Me... Eccentricity... and Poetry
A pair of newly purchased, round lens glasses
That now perch steadfast and proud
upon my brow
Endow me the rather amusing mien…
of a startled, outraged and somewhat
surprised barn owl
A matted mane of shaggy grey hair
And a tiny flagrant bald spot
Poised defiantly there
Demanded that my eccentric appearance
Should be given
an upward rachet
So to be more in keeping
With Burns, Bierce and
“Bob Cratchett”
For it’s a rigid requirement
For old poets
To seem
Like a character,
stepped out of…
“A mid-summers night dream”
So I look in my mirror
Perch my round lenses
To the tip of my nose
Peer solemnly down that
Aquiline feature… and strive to
Strike… a perfect poetic pose
I’m perfectly eccentric now! ! What with my shaggy mane…
my round lensed glasses, my bushy eyebrows…
And my baggy clothes.
And now, being perfectly equipped, I must buckle down…
with an extremely proper, literary, dusty frown
And write some very eccentric prose
poem by David Whalen
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