old ink

yesterdays news
is stale.
but I read it anyway.
I open up the paper
and graze upon the mass
of words.
the headlines
screaming war or terror.
nothing's changed since
the last
paper.
the funny paper unfunny.
the horoscopes
and puzzle
ignored. the ads in color
so as not
to be confused with the news.
final clear out
on mattresses. everything
must go.
the rib eyes are marked down.
I flip to the sports page.
where's mantle,
where's
sayers and Lombardi.
where's
clemente when you
need him?