I Love You, Uncle Wystan

Auden is chiding me

from his Kirchstetten grave

for not writing alcaics.

I love you, Uncle Wystan,

but I'm just doin' my thing.

For the morning headclears,

we need not be formal.

We can pad about the house

in yesterday's t-shirt, in

pajamas with holes at the knees,

in gym socks dustier

than a used bookstore.

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Written on 2021-01-02 at 09:55

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Thomas are you being irritable towards the dean of technicality this morning? Nicely done if so!