Somewhere beneath Period Three Implies Chaos
In the whirlwind
of strange, unexplained, half-forgotten phenomena
of dirty mugs, empty bottles, open pens;
Between the dog-eared copies of Slowness and the Prophet
and half-corrected fourth grade notebooks
with strawberry stains smeared generously on top
Lies a cream envelope she’s looking for:
Love
Buried beneath mountains of duty and paper.
Modified from the original on the LotrPlaza.
the Monk said,
April 9, 2008 at 11:29 am
That’s just beautiful.
Weebs said,
April 12, 2008 at 10:17 pm
I love this! It is so good to see your poetry again. You always have been able to inspire me to reach higher.
Andrew Donovan said,
January 7, 2009 at 12:09 pm
This is the first one I read, right? Again, I enjoy the intertextuality even if I’m not familiar with all of the sources referenced here. It was a smart move to bring them in and it was tactfully done. I also like the image you decided to end on.
Good stuff.
We should get together and discuss writing/philosophy again.