by Christopher Walsh, 10/14/2018-11/17/2018
A world never expressed well poetically
Was The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.
It was a universe that, aesthetically,
Perhaps at core (genetically?),
Was ill-suited to poetry, perhaps pathetically
So: the only poetry was bad. Cosmically,
Vogon or Asgoth poetry could kill, energetically.
Could good poems not exist? Hypothetically,
Perhaps. Like the Question and Answer, near-magnetically
Repelling each other so that, theoretically,
They couldn't co-exist, the good is hermetically
Sealed from that universe. (I write of this apologetically.)
Except when Marvin sang melancholically,
So at least the world was expressed lyrically,
No poems you'd want to hear, said phonetically,
Came from that galaxy. Unfortunately.
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