No Third Way The two      Oh, what a bore kinds of      bordering snoring contemporary temporary poety: Political rants      the male ego:           Vietnam, Afghanistan,           he's the man, Iran & I ran,           Syrian serial sadness ...      & the female libido & Variations on           shy guy, dinner a winner; The vagina           eat, eating, retreat, retreating; Monolog           positions, transitions,           bed, begs, legs splayed;           mind, mine, dead, lead;           now sexting, texting—           "awesome sex but dude could           have stayed in longer," she           said with two plump thumbs,           as dude, bored, snored beside her. Poetry the loser; No third way this day.
	—By Louis Martin