Two Poems by Norman Ball

A Twenty-Syllable Epigram on the Modern Haiku
The marriage of today’s
busy professional
with tomorrow’s oblivion.
A Veritable Waste of Space
Veritible’s a word of minor weight,
mere filler culled to modify the void.
Its meaning tacks to hurry-up-and-wait
–all empty suit, adjectively deployed.
This now concludes my veritable screed
that heaped nonentitude on absent need.
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In a prior life Norm suspects he was a metronome. [...]