My friend, the duck, does not know why We curse and quiver as we do: He asks me, if we'll, by-and-by Learn how to calmly think things through And glide the way we're meant to glide. With answers, though, I've had no luck: For we, the people, try to cover When we've never learned To duck
Difference, similitude —
These are sort of arbitrary,
Focusing on this or that
To try to shape and mold us —
Organizing, labeling,
Common or extraordinary,
Critical consensus tends
To silence and enfold us —
Make your mind up for yourself:
Don’t let them corral you —
Where you spend your time will prove
What it is
You value
It’s the middle of night
Funny how the night doesn’t seem to have sides
Only a middle
There used to be some soap opera…
“The Edge of Night”
So, there is that
Why am I awake?
I’m frequently asleep at work
I have this all backwards
I wonder if I could claim jet lag
From driving a 1982 Dodge Omni?
That car can’t even do the speed limit
If you dropped it out of a plane
What was that plane my dad used to fly?
Yeah, that’s right, a “Goony-Bird”
It was a transport plane, I think
The airshow here last week was sure loud
Like when I went to see that
Awful Journey concert
We classical music types should know our limits
Speaking of limits, I wonder
Would reviewing my advance Calculus textbook
Help me get to sleep?
I remember that
For every Delta there is an Epsilon
Except
There’s no Epsilon Airlines
That’s okay, their flight schedule
Would probably be Greek to me
And I’d be standing there
Alone in the airport, thinking
It’s the middle of the night
