Friday, May 19, 2006

THE FONT FOR FUNNY

(for Dan Sheehan)

You send me the song
Late at night
it arrives ghostlike
silently
invisibly
And (after a lifetime on the net
It’s still so awesome the way it arrives)
immediately



Connected, the icon
Reconstitutes, drops its burden
And funnels into my head
Like a poisonous little secret,
Making the headphones throb



Pumping the pleasure of its own heartbreak
Celebrating the climax
of a thousand emblematic betrayals.
It makes me sad
To imagine that you have reasons
To appreciate
These tired, despondent narratives



Very funny, I type to you
Clowning in Times New Roman
And assembling a funny digital face
From disordered punctuation,
Did you just send it to me
‘cos there’s a 7-11 in it and I‘m Indian?


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That exchange lies like strain
Behind the blink,
The glint lighting my smile
a few months later
On my very first trip to a 7-11
(After a lifetime in this country)
We need milk,
It’s 9:30 p.m. on a Sunday in New Jersey--
And it’s manned, in self-fulfilling cliché,
By two shy Indian men



The blankly blond kid
Buying cigarettes
Wears a rock-and-roll tee
splashed
With Gothic curlicues
That declare
“Nirvana”



Sometimes
Reality
Is funnier than
Stage-managed
Monkeys

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