Toddler with an iPad
I see a toddler with a screen
and think, Good God! What does that mean?
Poor kid! He’ll never learn to read.
Plus, he’ll be saddled with a need
to always be online. No friends.
We know how such a story ends:
Addiction. Loneliness. Despair.
Engrossed, with one hand in the air,
he scrolls and scrolls. His future looms:
video games in barren rooms,
until, at last, he’s laid to rest
with one last iPad on his chest …
—Wait! Here’s his Mom! He’s not alone!
Oh no! She’s given him her phone.
On the Responsibility of Drivers
You’re welcome to pass me. I don’t really care.
I’m hoping, as you are, that no car is there.
But, if the worst happens, well, that’s how it goes.
I’ll serve as a witness that that’s what you chose.
The… The…
“I don’t know anything about it, so it’s hard to explain.”
—Overheard in a NYC museum
It’s round, it’s big, it’s really neat!
I’ve never, ever, seen
a work unfinished so complete!
It’s partly a machine
and partly natural, an oeuvre
that’s built to show how vexed
life is. It should be in the Louvre.
Come on! Let’s see what’s next.