The Archaic Man Poem by Jim Milks

You are a contemporary man don’t you know
Well that may be
But I prefer to hang with thee, Mr. Poe

If I could turn back the hands of time
To the age of eloquence
If I could with the giants of the past
to thrive in their simple innocence

On a Frosted New England Night
As I sip my dark red Merlo
And work out how to
Straighten my Longfellow

Elizabeth, my friend my secret lover
You I hold above all others
For you know how I do love thee

© JPM 11/7/08