I write reminders on my skin
Clip meaningless pictures from old magazines
I tape them to the walls
-- The Mountain Goats, “All Up the Seething Coast”
After sixty years teaching Divinity, black-robed
W.A. Spooner began to accost the strangers
Who, uninvited, appeared in his classroom: “You
Haven't come for my lecture, you just want to
Hear one of those, well, things.” Then the students
Grew ever more restless with his
Once, after a particularly nasty quarrel, one
That included her slicing her finger, Spooner’s wife
Is purported to have said, You know, I was a fool
but didn’t bother
Here’s what I want, Spooner replied:
I want to live in a world such that a chicken
Can meander across a road without its motives
Perhaps his wife simply
Wanted to improve herself, perhaps by learning
A new language, or perhaps the problem really
Boiled down to how best to use prepositions: of or
For or beneath, for example, a pith helmet (also known,
Let it be known, as safari tin, sun shade, or such).
But remember that we may not be able to make
Proper judgment without help. Perhaps this morning,
When you told me you had met him on a double date,
You already knew he used to be a detective. Did you
Know? Did you?
And what of it?
Well, I’ll tell you
What of it: If you proceed, if you insist on proceeding,
You will likely fall into
William Archibald Spooner would
Surely answer, surly as ever: That’s clever,
That. Let’s give it a try then.
Oh, fuck it.