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What’s the easiest way to read Poems of the Week? In your email inbox, hot off the cyberpress! Just sign up for our free Substack here. by Steven Kent “Huge American Flag Flies Into Power Lines, Knocking Out Power for Thousands” Old Glory twines, So what went wrong? “SpaceX Sets Milestone With World’s Largest I.P.O., Furthering Musk’s Power” by Dan Campion I say it’s Tulipmania, by Julia Griffin “Audience members at a matinee performance of the Royal Shakespeare Company’s production, starring Kenneth Branagh as Prospero, complained after a baby gurgled and cooed its way throughout the entire first half.” “They hurried hence thy crying self,” by Paul Lander Pratt campaign ran dry. by Steven Urquhart Bell “Bird flu, extreme heat and super gonorrhoea: The top health threats facing Britain” I don’t think gonorrhea will When I was wilting in the heat by Steven Kent “Red states push conservative rebrands of Pride Month in backlash to LGBTQ+ celebrations” Prudishly, proudly promoting propriety: by Dan Campion “68 Quadrillion Underground Miles of Fungi” Imagine the stampede there’d be,Poems of the Week
A Current Event
—The New York Times
The current arcs,
Electric lines
Erupt in sparks.
Says one report:
The flag was long,
But came up short.
World’s Largest
—The New York Times
The South Sea BubbleX,
Titanic, Lusitania—
The Wall Street zoo’s T. Rex.
A “milestone” or a millstone? We
Shall see. I could be wrong.
But gamble on AI? Not me.
It’s big. So was King Kong.
Tempest Tossed
—The Guardian
The Duke informed his child,
Explaining how they’d come to be
Demoted and exiled;
Alas, his evocation of
Miranda’s baby blues
Was barely heard above the sound
Of nearby glugs and coos.
“Thou art inclined to sleep”: alas,
The powers of the mage
Were not sufficient to transcend
The borders of the stage,
And, equally unluckily,
The right to hurry hence
Is one the RSC does not
Allow its audience.
They, in this case, had paid good cash
To hear Sir Kenneth B,
Which left them somewhat disinclined
To note the irony,
And though ’twas not The Winter’s Tale,
The atmosphere was frost.
“What trouble was I then to you!”
Yes, baby: thou sure wast.
Pratt Fall
Hopes faded fast as more votes
Came in. Pratt’s all, folks!
Half-Baked Claim
—The Telegraph
Be half the threat they say,
If Britain gets much hotter than
The heatwave back in May.
And cursing its effects,
The farthest subject from my mind
Was hot and sweaty sex.
We’ll Straighten Things Out
—The Guardian
Celebrate marriage, the one true variety!
Out with your Pride flag, Old Glory looks better—oh,
Stonewall away, we’re declaring June hetero!
Arbuscular Mycorrhizal Fungi
—The New York Times
What gold rush–style kerfuffles,
If it were shown these strands might be
Delectable as truffles.
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