Sunday, September 21, 2008

The Canonized Poet

Dead white man remembered
Visions of times gone by
Poking and prodding with fine silver picks through the
Melting, moldering mush behind his eyes
Can we see through those foggy marbles with all of our
Methods, our science, our modernism
His intertextuality, his sexuality,
His ménage à trois of passions, fallacies, and regrets?

2 comments:

Unknown said...

What do you see in your "visions of time gone by"?

Stephie said...

I really like this one, I just don't think the first line is as good as the rest. That is probably okay because the rest are pretty much impossible to compare in awesomenosity. lol