Mailing Poems to the Brits
This Friday, or thereabouts, some Friday soon
Faber & Faber will greet my manila envelope
with tea and crumpet
swoon, surely they will, I hope,
and my earnest crime of rhyme will not be met
with expectant gloom.
Postage was not a burden, inexpensive, though
customs declarations did bring me nefarious grins
‘Contents: one letter,
six poems, and a strong heart dream of fame, adoration…’ Ahem!
Black-booted secret police would like it better,
I think, a literate foe.
‘The undersigned agrees the contents pose no danger.’
My poems dangerous? Threats to
homeland security?
If only. So, out they fly into a darkening sky, defying
gravity, some paper strangers bombing distant heavens
once born in a mere sly levity.
Faber & Faber will greet my manila envelope
with tea and crumpet
swoon, surely they will, I hope,
and my earnest crime of rhyme will not be met
with expectant gloom.
Postage was not a burden, inexpensive, though
customs declarations did bring me nefarious grins
‘Contents: one letter,
six poems, and a strong heart dream of fame, adoration…’ Ahem!
Black-booted secret police would like it better,
I think, a literate foe.
‘The undersigned agrees the contents pose no danger.’
My poems dangerous? Threats to
homeland security?
If only. So, out they fly into a darkening sky, defying
gravity, some paper strangers bombing distant heavens
once born in a mere sly levity.
posted by shakes at 11:02 AM
2 Comments:
This poem is certainly true to your authentic voice--sounds exactly like you. I hope they make you famous!
The danger lies in them not arriving--so Faber should pay the postage: the gift is theirs.
You will be sending their way again: book rate.
Congrats on a very nice poem.
Mr Bones: they be many.
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