By Mark Snyder
This poem first appeared in the Spring 1973 inaugural issue of the Curry Arts Journal. Mark Snyder was one of the journal’s founding editors.
Time is running short.
Clocks tick away the faster-faster minutes
and my mind explodes in a volcanic eruption
of dates, things and places.
My brain, the acting file cabinet,
is locked and I can’t find the key.
Help me straighten out this mess,
by the way, what’s your name & address?