Eye-Level: Stack D, Library East
“Where is everybody?” asked the voyeur, not above suspicion.
“A mile beyond the moon” replied the Georgia boy.
“She was a billion dollar sure thing, not like other girls.
I wanted to take her down the thruway to Wonderland:
An encounter in Key West with the old man and the sea.
There is so little time in the lives of girls and women.”
“Life is life,” said the Georgia boy, “winner take nothing.”
“I heard the general zapped an angel,
Turned her into Kentucky ham, a real Roman holiday.”
“I have so little time (87 days) to find the crossroads
Out in mumbo jumbo. I’ll steal the smuggler’s bible
And find the sneaky people by following the curve of the snowflake.”
“Listen to the whispers of the player piano,
Take five smooth stones from Deep River,
Remember, sleep is for the rich, and don’t forget
The protocol for a kidnapping,” the mutant advised.
So off I went on a couch trip in search of a hero.
Across the river and into the trees,
Determined to be home before dark.
Suddenly, in the air, she appeared, the wine of life,
Sam’s legacy, a small success, exclaiming:
“While still we live, let no man write my epitaph!”
This poem is the result of a class taught by William Logan at the University of Florida. The concept was to discover a “found poem,” meaning a piece of writing, that, if sliced correctly, could be taken as poetry. I found these at eye level up in Stack D of the library, they are, of course, book titles, strung together to make a poem. It barely fit the assignments parameters. Sometimes I still get a chuckle from this poem though.
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