Okay. This is the last of the 2008 poems I’m going to share. And I’m not going to try to defend or explain this one. I don’t think it’s finished. (And it never will be!) But it’s definitely bizarre. I love it.

Broke

I broke my computer
I slathered it with bile
I ripped out its heart
Through a document file

I broke all my vows
I smashed them with verve
I tried to control it
But I’ve got no nerve

I broke my own heart
With a knife and a cork
I thought I had mastered
The art of high torque

I broke off my friendships
My whole neighborhood
I let loose a bomb
Like old Mayor Goode