my cage was really rattled today
I wanted to step off
call Otis or Thyssen in,
to duke it out with a couple of antiquated
gearheads
but the rumble was so large
it filled the adjoining hall
and I realized the contender would
have to have a much larger billing
and the Doomsday march
played in my head with startling new revelations,
that I didn't want to be in that number
(or any number close to it)
and that if I ever fell off the top
I wanted the exclusive movie rights
and the sequel wouldn't have been called 'Treme'
but maybe 'Current Affairs' or 'I'm not Shore Anymore'
and there wouldn't be any actors
because our peace of mind
came from a river view
whose noisy ducks
only appeared to be
harmlessly migrating
and our core understanding
would've ended near the market area somewhere
where the hos would continue to
provide lip service to a depleted economy
the House of Commons
having to cool down regardless
all this just mighta
because today
(June 23rd, 2010)
somebody
didn't give a
nickel
to our seismologists
on call