Thingless Things

                 (Suggested by Horseless Carriages, Chainless Bicycles, Etc.)

I am what’s called a manless man,

     I live on foodless food;

I’m living in an ageless age,

     And have a moodless mood.

I ride upon a bikeless bike,

     And make a timeless time;

But up to date I cannot seem

     To make a rhymeless rhyme.

I fill my lungs with airless air,

     I talk a talkless talk;

At night I sleep a sleepless sleep,

     Or walk a walkless walk.

Oct. 27, ‘96

Pub, in Sunday N.Y.

Herald, Dec. 13, ‘96