David Alpaugh Poems
|1.||A California Ad Man Celebrates His Art||8/26/2013|
|3.||What Happened At 5: 15||8/26/2013|
|7.||What My Father Loved About Melmac||8/26/2013|
|8.||Losing Control Of The Toad||9/7/2013|
|10.||War And White Wine||9/7/2013|
|11.||The Song Of Francois Villon||9/7/2013|
|12.||A Distant Sunder||9/7/2013|
|14.||Egbert: One Of The Heroes Of My Memory||9/7/2013|
|16.||What Dogs Know...||9/7/2013|
|17.||My Daughter At The Age Of Reason||11/26/2013|
|22.||Richard Cory (His Untold Story)||8/26/2013|
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Richard Cory (His Untold Story)
Turns out Richard Cory had pancreatic cancer;
Was told he had, at best, six months to live.
After the initial shock, he called his lawyer
To help draw up the will in which he’d give
The wealth so many envied mostly to charity;
His custom-tailored suits to Salvation Army.
Probate only noticed one peculiarity:
That provision for his cat! Was Cory barmy?
No one but his doctor knew what was going on.
There was no one on the pavement he could tell.
His friends were fair-weather; parents long gone;
Glib how are yous were answered with I’m ...
What we did that summer evening
was turn our bicycles upside down
so the seats were on the ground
and the wheels in the air—
then we twirled the pedals round and round
till knuckles and fingers were white
and we couldn’t make out individual spokes:
just a silver blur and an incremental hum
as the wheel sang the song of its appetite.