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Morning Glory


03.08.12 Posted in words to linger on by

PMPope’s most recent poem to appear here was how to find the calendar made for the muse (January 2012). His poetry collection, Written All Over Your Face{book} is now available and you can listen to him read from it and talk about it in his recent interview at vox poetica’s 15 Minutes of Poetry.

Morning Glory
By PMPope

Look @ that
sitting amid the flowers
in spring dress of white & pink
fiddling with some brand
plastic music new device
complete with paper cup
of orange & wine
eye behind the tree
whose name i don’t,
at present, know
there beneath is conduit posted & twin
dawn dimmed lamps
seated in a rare patch
well maintained mixture
this complete disk
of sand & soil

how she struggles
with her laptop machine
& cellular telephone
under this sun
where the fat men pay off
the homeless to alleviate
the misery of joviality

as i {inadvertently} am
with palm stylus
perched beneath these
yellow trumpets
contemplating floral species
in the echoing hall of smell & touch

“Morning Glories!”
i explode in Union Square
“Not really,” she firingly departs
I suspect them all
of being lilies



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