A Prologue to New Acquaintance
Good morrow, strangerâhaltârehearse thy name,
For small-talk is a hydra in a tie.
What hobbies? Weather? (Clouds refuse to frame.)
I sweat in pentameter and try.
Sheldon Shakespeare
is a pedant in doublet and hoodie who scans the heavens for optimal seating and conversational protocols.
Of Brains Oâergrown and Friendly Doubts
They cry me âcleverââaye, I know the proof,
For logic leaps like lightning in my head;
Yet genius, caged, may frighten hearts aloof,
If every chatâs a journal to be read.
On Choosing a Seat upon the Bus Scholastic
I pace the aisle as captains pace the deck,
To chart the cockpitâs wind and wheel-wellâs moan;
Too near the backâthe shocks abuse my neck;
Too near the frontâthe driver guards his throne.
