The Good News
And I am tired. For the past few hours
I haven’t been able to sleep at all.
I’d like to email a few friends
And tell them the news, but it’s still
Too early. I know what I’ll send,
But it’s not really that urgent.
I’ll sit on it awhile, and think about
The words I’ll use, like a detergent
To wash away all the grime
That’s accumulated around my
Persona recently. That’s no crime,
Is it? Put my best face forward,
And all that. Everyone does it,
In this modern age. Full steam toward
The far shore, where I will be famous
Once and for all! Won’t they be surprised
When they hear! The lamest
Excuse I can think of will no longer
Suffice. I can see the first light
In the window, becoming stronger,
So now there’s no reason to stall.