Lighthouse

Lighthouse, originally uploaded by mcwmurphy.

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Honourable Mention

So one of my poems got published in a university magazine, so I thought I'd post it up here. I wrote it back in April, in case you're interested:

Whilst paying attention to T.S. Eliot

I should not be here
Rather, amongst the Tubes
And churches of the
Beleaguered ancient city

Let us go then, you and I…

I cannot think in paragraphs
Only in phrases, complete enough
My grammar is that of no man’s –
Adjusted as the sentence sees fit,
To keep you aroused at least til
Its cadence.

We are no prophets, but flapping
Gull wings – my sentences show this –
Without fear, or direction.

Two short poems.

A sort of sonnet:

Whilst Worrying About Opera & My Future

I am here, regardless of desire
Encased in grid roads and optimism
Diminished sevenths are unstable
And demand resolution;
N.B. Don Giovanni –
Retribution dragged him down to Hell
But there’s a happy ending, lieto fine –
It is Mozart’s mad resolution
That lends me hope now, not
America’s modern manifest destiny
(Which drives my peers
To be Masters of the Universe
I will continue to get lost in my head
And ignore what is being said)


And I Can Hardly Keep My Eyes Open

As I stroll down Locust Walk,
I am nearly blown aside
By passing winds, and disinterested students
Learning to succeed, not to enjoy.