January 6, 2011E.R. Poetry
Learned a new word yesterday—
Syn -co-pe .
Zippy, no?
Sounds somewhat like
A Scottish highland fling,
Or Cajun stew
(Without the Okra).
Mazurka music,
Courtroom briefs—
At the very least,
A Grecian holiday!
Alas, it’s none of these.
It’s when the blood
Deserts the brain
You fall down flat,
And, if fortunate,
Wake again,
Wondering—
What the fuck was that?
from #33 - Summer 2010