The Electric Poet Calendar The Administrator of the Arts Waits for his lawyer to arrive For tennis, as usual an hour late And even at that, it looks like rain. There is a poetry festival tomorrow. He will do the introductions, Careful as always about pedigree And subtle with puffery. Ah, Ther are accounts to do in the mean- Time, on the corporation he is Forming to standardize forms. A university president Calls and they talk about money.
Nothing is resolved, but promises Are made.
Most things will never Eventuate anyway. His secretary Has been, all week, sick. He Worries about catching cold On the eve. It is always on the eve of. Nothing in any business is ever Over.