Saturday, December 17, 2011

Poem - "File"

File me on it.
The unchanging lies
Truth be told.
File me on it.

The flying angel who
Lies in the whirlpool
Asked me the reason
Of my being. I replied
Angrily and then smoothed
Out.
The reply, believe me, I don't
Wanna bother you with this.
Just, write my name on the file

Departmental legacy, drowned
Cornered stone, butterfly wings
And a little bit of, I'm sorry to say
"Butter on't"

Yes, smooth my name on it
You've nothing else better to do
Yes, curve the obes, trombones and vials
Let The Great Gatsby, have a name rounded
To intelligent Gatsby, who smiled

Poet:
Angled Blue *Not Angel but Angle

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