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FRANKENSTORM
by Ken HarnischOctober has not done its usual job of saving me
And now, as we slither towards Halloween, I am
Left with the thought it just might, this year, let me down
Blame it on global warming or the presidential debates
Where I learned more about horses and bayonets
Than I ever did the real problems that plague us
Ah, but politicians know what we won’t admit and that is
That our own niggling little problems are more a source
Of angst than the greater world ever was or could be
You’ll never see a gunshot victim on Facebook, but
You’ll see oodles and oodles of injured puppies
Surrounded by witticisms from George Takei, oh my
And I’m not begrudging George, or us. We deal
With what we can. “It is what it is” may as well
Be the first verse in a modern iteration of Genesis
I’ve got my diversions. I write at night when there’s nobody
Home and watch all the televisions shows they film in New York
Just to see if this time they got my car in the shot
And just when I think there’s sunlight ahead
Now they tell me there’s a Frankenstorm a-brewing
Another Perfect Storm, like the one in ’91.
And I think I want to hide but can’t and I look
For an anesthetic that will knock me out before the hurricane.
Thinking, with a laugh, that Sandy is dandy, but liquor is quicker.
10/26/2012 Author's Note: ...with many apologies to Ogden Nash... or was it Dorothy Parker? :)
Posted on 10/26/2012
Copyright © 2024 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/27/12 at 02:39 PM This is packed full of what swirls around us, in our faces, real or mouth-fabricated. :) I'm hoping the Frankenstorm sputters out there and it becomes Sandy the pansy. ;) Take care. |
| Posted by Vikki Owens on 10/27/12 at 09:59 PM i <3 everything about this. hide yo wife, hide yo kids, frankenstorm this way comes, yo. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/28/12 at 06:30 PM Ken, I really like what you've done here, juxtaposing the political storm with Sandy. Great job, and open heartedness helps the reader empathize with your plight. Like the humor also in the closing stanza. But what else can you do. I toast you with my Cabernet Merlot that you'll come out fine. |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 10/30/12 at 01:37 AM Yep~ YOu nailed it- the powers that be reti red the name. Thank G-d, there will NEVER be another SANDY! |
| Posted by V. Blake on 10/31/12 at 01:08 PM What an absolutely perfect closing line. Take it from a guy who was stuck in a hotel without power that refused to serve liquor. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 11/02/12 at 01:07 PM Let us know how you survived the storm!! Great write Ken! |
| Posted by Bruce W Niedt on 11/03/12 at 01:21 AM Awesome musing on the season, and all its foibles and dangers. |
| Posted by Traci Mabats on 11/03/12 at 05:07 PM I am personally waiting for Yellowstone to blow up....you coastal people get all the fun :) |
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