mayneverhave
03-26-2008, 05:02 PM
Poetry Workshop
School-bells aren't used in college like they were in highschool;
The yellow-plaster walls groan sick
With porous coughing bricks.
"I was trying to convey a feeling of sorrow there" And he,
Oh, that's brilliant, that, just brilliant.
Chopin wrote those nocturnes Whistler painted -
There was applause, short and choked,
There was breath, long and drawn.
I am the deposed King of Zembla -
Harold Bloom walks thrice through Dublin.
"I was trying to use the anacoluthon device there" And he,
Oh, that's brilliant, that, a mark of brilliance.
They sit around me in curves staring, waiting, and I
Hear the school-bells ring dismally in my head.
School-bells aren't used in college like they were in highschool;
The yellow-plaster walls groan sick
With porous coughing bricks.
"I was trying to convey a feeling of sorrow there" And he,
Oh, that's brilliant, that, just brilliant.
Chopin wrote those nocturnes Whistler painted -
There was applause, short and choked,
There was breath, long and drawn.
I am the deposed King of Zembla -
Harold Bloom walks thrice through Dublin.
"I was trying to use the anacoluthon device there" And he,
Oh, that's brilliant, that, a mark of brilliance.
They sit around me in curves staring, waiting, and I
Hear the school-bells ring dismally in my head.