nathan martin Poems
|163.||Charter Oak Church||9/10/2009|
|169.||The Wooden Ventriloquist Clock||3/13/2009|
|172.||Black Coffee Country||2/5/2009|
|173.||Nantucket Nursery Rhymes||6/23/2010|
|174.||A Slow Quiet Morning||2/20/2009|
|175.||Times New Roman||3/4/2009|
|176.||Sunday Canoeing With Thoreau||5/6/2009|
|177.||Passenger Seat Observatory||5/12/2010|
|178.||A Girl Named Sudoku||3/12/2010|
|179.||A Mosquito's Religion||7/9/2009|
|181.||The Egocentric Poet||2/21/2009|
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The Egocentric Poet
If your looking for the smart guy in the corner its me.
using the comparative method of etymology you will
find the definition of poet is me.
if i was a dinosaur i would be a thesaurus.
i also like to use big words in conversations like idiosyncratic
i am an intellectual giant im theocritus and atlas together
the weight of the philosophical world rest on me alone.
i seperate all of my isms categorically with schisms.
and when i go to starbucks they just say its on the house champ
because i once knocked out bruce lee and...
Sitting under the lamplight at midnight,
I break the mortared silence with the strike of a match.
I have a pocket full of camels and a sky filled with
large elephant like raindrops which fall slowly through
an asylum of orange lamplight resting over me.
i watch them descend downward to walk about me
crooked and cumbersome,