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;
          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