Why Not Sneeze?

        Oh dark days and punctual
	always backing into our alley,
	feigning surprise for the umpteenth time:
	
	Why don't you just go away?
	Leave us to the land that binds
	us and itself to present methods.
	Leave the golf course simmering in light that has steeped
	too long.  It's the same with us, dull
	on certain days.
	
	Wake up, you're looking at this magazine.