This is one of five poems I submitted to earn my spot in my upper level poetry class at the University of Kansas. I originally wrote it in 2010 in Dr. Matt’s Poetry 1 class at the University of Kansas, inspired by my summer studies at the University of Cambridge that year.
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The old stone echoes,
the veil of heaven dark and close.
The plodding of my shoes,
sawdust scented boardwalk
creaking in time, the ploshing river
and gumping fish, ruffled pillow
feathers of napping swans
glow in insect hrmming streetlamp,
flushing out like an alcoholics
jaundiced flesh, and I-
Foundering in the mirk,
this stave driven tradition
with glass soldiers floating,
shining like swans, and I
wonder how it comes to this.
Scratched in the brain:
plod, plosh, gump, hrrm,
existing forever
in one skull or another,
sky wrapped glories,
or until the light goes out
in the West.
Romantic Antihero™ 