Friday, January 19, 2024

Sailing a Couch into History - poem

 

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

Sailing a Couch into History

 

We are not permitted to choose the frame of our destiny, but what we put into it is ours.

 

-Dag Hammarskjold, Markings, p. 51

 

Through eating, fatting, sleeping, video games

En couchant in a stasis ossified

By the low expectations of the zeitgeist

(“What’s a zeitgeist?”) some flail into history

 

The ironic echoes of Call of Duty

Flatten against an empty ‘tater-chip bag        

Yesterday flung into the baby’s crib

(“Ain’t no one seen little Shawnee today?”)

 

His MePhone case is manly hunter green

He's checkin’ out the fantasies on a glowing screen

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