Cultivate a second source of poetry this month: sign up for Poem-a-Day from the the Academy of American Poets. Below is one of the poems sent out by the academy. Enjoy!
The World Doesn't Want Me Anymore, and it Doesn't Know It
I am the corner and the cab's glow-up roof.
A tuba and air synth march down Stanton St.
Do a rhumba for an espresso foam by the green lights.
Notice how this dude in the yellow pants is embarrassing himself.
Trying their best to dougie to "My Favorite Things"
And a sexy woman poured-into jeans twirl-a-whirls.
When we see what we were in New York
And what we leave behind
Only stay human is great
Leave your weakness in a jar.
A tuba and air synth march down Stanton St.
Do a rhumba for an espresso foam by the green lights.
Notice how this dude in the yellow pants is embarrassing himself.
Trying their best to dougie to "My Favorite Things"
And a sexy woman poured-into jeans twirl-a-whirls.
When we see what we were in New York
And what we leave behind
Only stay human is great
Leave your weakness in a jar.
by Sean Singer
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