For Bibek
Brought to that point by things your dowdy
Burghers overlook: the gum spots on
A sidewalk (galaxies!), the croaks of frogs
(The sounds of slimy angels singing!)
Garbage trucks (like earthquakes!) rumbling,
Some poor woman's perfect ankle! So
Wound up, he barely sleeps, instead,
He feverishly writes, and pale, pathetic
Neurasthenics greedily consume his
Lines, which strike straight at their
Hearts like little lightning bolts!
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2021-06-08 at 13:39
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The Romantic Poet
He is such a romantic man! Ecstatic, even,Brought to that point by things your dowdy
Burghers overlook: the gum spots on
A sidewalk (galaxies!), the croaks of frogs
(The sounds of slimy angels singing!)
Garbage trucks (like earthquakes!) rumbling,
Some poor woman's perfect ankle! So
Wound up, he barely sleeps, instead,
He feverishly writes, and pale, pathetic
Neurasthenics greedily consume his
Lines, which strike straight at their
Hearts like little lightning bolts!
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
Read 54 times
Written on 2021-06-08 at 13:39
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