That was some night. The world went black.
We never got our feelings back
Below the waist. The frost descended.
All of the stars were apprehended,
But not by us. The cars refused
The roads. The birds of prey, confused,
Flew into clouds, and there they stayed.
The householders were sore afraid.
Since mangers would be closed this year,
A sensible wise man would appear
On other stages, baggy pantsed.
And all the stars in Heaven danced.
2 comments:
My favorite so far.
I have no idea who you are, but I saw a comment of yours on Chris Ellis's Fb page referencing Spencer and linking me to your work, and here I've landed. I like this poem-- and don't like poems lightly. It's small, dark, and dense. I know how hard it is to toil in poetry's crazed and weedy vineyards, so kudos to you. It's sweet to find a grape.
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