When people say
"I'm coming!" It's
no time for flip
rejoinders.
They
are trying to reassure
you.
They are telling you
you're worth the trip, they're
almost there.
Hang on
a bit.
It's
a wonderful
ride they're on, and
soon enough!
You'll see. So let's have
none
of your flip lip disservice
to the moment or sentiment,
son or hon. No "Oh, so glad
you came!" "How good
of you to come!" NO
SHIT,
it's good! Of them.
To come, I mean.
It's good for them,
and you as well, so knock
it off already. Chill. That cheery
naïve seeming sarcasm done
straight sincere as anti-ironic
subversion trope went out
with the eighties, and you're
not bringing it back! For
encores in this context,
on such slim, albeit glorious
pretext.
They're telling you
they're almost there.
Can't say some nice?
Then shut hell up,
or go to hell,
or some third thing.
Just improvise. You
always do, you perverse
streaking impish chief
of mischief-impudence
you bring. For once,
no larks, no japes
no toms no dicks
or fooleries or bombs,
that advertised as duds,
fun pranks for parties
go off
killing everybody
"I'm coming"
It's not to say
you have to reorder
and clear up the whole
immediate environment
right now. Right now,
it's just to say get
ready. It's
about to happen. It's
about to happen. It's
about to come on,
and you'll be where
you are, right there
ready for it, ready
for it ready. It
was a courtesy call,
as a courtesy
to let you know.
This is promise, hope
devoutly wish't and
consequence of you
coming true right
now not
now not
yet!
But here.
And worth the trip,
she's telling you
(he's telling you)
(I don't know which,
that's up to you, it's
not my call). He who
she they is telling
you:
I'm off the fence.
I'm all for you.
It's coming true.
Or almost - off
the fence, not yet,
so close, so far so stay
so stick, stand fast,
carefree and reassured
it's coming true?
I'm telling you,
prepare, prepare!
Await my coming
as foretold,
and that's what they
are telling you. And
afterwards, feel free.
To scoff. To lark.
To jape, ride raillery
and repartee to
persiflage.
By then, all good.
Arrival's made.
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Monday, April 05, 2021
when people say "I'm coming"
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