[lit-ideas] Re: Thursday Poem

  • From: David Ritchie <ritchierd@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
  • To: lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
  • Date: Thu, 12 Jun 2008 13:35:03 -0700

kenneth branagh phones the air conditioning man

cats must need go play rugby
before that damn stuck stopcock
will open the tin again my liege
i am unto my eyes oe'r brimmed with mystery
up to here with hair and heave
so on the morrow do boldly bring me
better tubes to stew and pump
and deacons to bury this ancient heat
and physic and humors which when prop'ly flushed
will coax some pressure from this liquid fog
which withal like force of a dozen splendored knights
vanquishes foul staleness with atlas dispatch
so that in keeping with these humble pipes
good souls will raise their voices
proud of this round land
where workers work
and democrats do fight
and bush in hand proves naught
and lurkers wake to prods of news
that on the fall horizon
yonder bright-flagged van advances

David Ritchie,
Portland, Oregon
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