Two short poems.

A sort of sonnet:

Whilst Worrying About Opera & My Future

I am here, regardless of desire
Encased in grid roads and optimism
Diminished sevenths are unstable
And demand resolution;
N.B. Don Giovanni –
Retribution dragged him down to Hell
But there’s a happy ending, lieto fine –
It is Mozart’s mad resolution
That lends me hope now, not
America’s modern manifest destiny
(Which drives my peers
To be Masters of the Universe
I will continue to get lost in my head
And ignore what is being said)


And I Can Hardly Keep My Eyes Open

As I stroll down Locust Walk,
I am nearly blown aside
By passing winds, and disinterested students
Learning to succeed, not to enjoy.