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Mayday Ennui
by Ken HarnischFading afternoon
Gunmetal skies
Humidity heavy as a bath towel
Not the kind of day
To be thinking poetic thoughts
Or of the people who inspire them
Sluggish carousels
Ambling pedestrians
Everything down to thirty- three and a third
I turn on the big TV
Looking for salvation in a Yankee game
And find out A-Rod has tired legs
Feeling scatterbrained
Sword unsharpened
My favorite books no respite in the sun
Even the neighbor’s daughters
Don’t look as lovely
As they did on Saturday
Being exasperated
Scared and frustrated
Watching the cops load an SUV onto a flatbed
The propane unexploded
The clocks not ticking and the fireworks fizzling,
Just as they always seem to do
Cheers flickering
Beers opened
Knowing I was in Times Square
Yesterday afternoon
And like all good New Yorkers
Ever watchful, trusting no one
Jesus, but sometimes it’s a grind
05/02/2010 Posted on 05/06/2010
Copyright © 2025 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 05/06/10 at 04:03 PM Life does get tedious at times, does it not? But I still like the images of this write. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 05/06/10 at 04:11 PM ...GUNMETAL skies...coolest and it just gets better...what a day, what a statement, what a life...one thing on top of another, cool write. |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 05/06/10 at 05:53 PM Wonderful write. Your immagry is right on. Love every verse. Thanks! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/07/10 at 02:46 AM I enjoyed the unforced but steady energy in this - especially liked "everything down to thirty-three and a third".. Thank you. |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 05/11/10 at 02:12 AM There is such wealth of feeling here, as if your very soul hurts at times. Great poetry as always Poetman... but it makes me feel very meloncholy. |
| Posted by Carolyn Coville on 09/07/10 at 05:01 AM Ahhh summer in the city! Yes there are those days, which you described so vividly here..I can just smell the subway all the way in the fresh Pacific Northwest :D |
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