I wake in the midst of merciful dark:
Nighttime is best for me to work.
Constellations! Islands of light!
Each star a candid speck, a spark.
What vessel's this, breasting the flood?
Noah's craft, his sullen ark.
What trees are these, with September's leaves?
Tall birches with their papery bark.
Omar Khayyam composes rubaiyat
With much red wine: who needs the cork?
Dusting the bedroom, underneath the bed?
A task we are inclined to shirk.
Beware of Cambridge, strange place
Where poets have been known to lurk!
Between polemic and artistry
The contrast couldn't be more stark.
Billy's prodigious memory contains
Blake's tyger and Shelley's skylark.
I'd rather see "Adam's Rib" and "Without Love"
Than that film about the killer shark.
I'd rather hoist a Rapscallion Lager
Than knock back a shot of Maker's Mark.
Undergraduates from every continent
Play frisbee in John F. Kennedy Park.
If only this debater weren't so dense!
False premises and brainless snark.
Two pathways in the selva oscura:
I stand slow to decide at the fork.
O Thomas, wielding pen and notebook,
Must you be such a hopeless dork?
Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas
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Written on 2017-06-13 at 03:56
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