Kill the President

Part 16

You might think that the poet is shallow. I know it.
I'll blow it unless I characterize better.
But are you sure there's a hurry? Like Lum says, "No worries,
no worries chicken curry". I promise, don't worry --
I won't forget Timmy or Hedda.

The clues can't be solved nor the conflicts resolved
in the time of a movie or show,
or the time that we read a novel. We need
much more time and less speed. Like, Lumwedder, he'd
understand -- it's about eons. You know?

Not that Hedda's a genius. In fact, just between us,
you might say she's thick as two planks.
You might say it. I wouldn't. As the author I shouldn't
tell, but show, but couldn't you picture her, wouldn't
she get the Oscar in Gump next to Hanks?

I beg patience, dear reader. For example, our Hedda
like you (and, I trust, me) is three dimensional.
Maybe more. Reports which say that those comprise 'rich',
secondly 'witch', thirdly 'bitch', ignore the levels in which
her soul revels -- too many levels to mention all.

Likewise Tim's no marshmallow, no creampuff. Not shallow.
'Cardboard' would be a hard word, not descriptive.
I do fully intend to draw him out, my dear friend,
long before this rhyme ends, though the timing depends
on the format, which is prescriptive (and restrictive).

Anyway, that's a digression. But an earnest expression
of my hope that, among matters bacterial
and eccentricities of rhyme, if you'll just give it time,
-- for we're unclocking time -- 'Kill the President' will climb
to some heights, plumb some depths, characterial.

"Hurry up!" is the wrong call; join me for the long haul.
"The medium is the message" being the inference.
So said Marshall McLuhan, and that's what we're doing,
though McLuhan would be rueing that phrase, for McLuhan
said "the medium is the massage", but same difference.

Message or massage, the rites of our passage
exalt time as our temple, our staple.
By the way, I can see no reason to hide that capuccino
is why today I'm so keen, so full of stanzas and beans, so
loquacious -- two strong ones, bacon and eggs (drowned in maple).

End of Part 16