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|
Comments about nathan martin
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...
Black Coffee Country
Pencil character sketches drawn on napkins,
greasy finger prints on doorhandles.
with the smell of diesel
in the vest of the stations attendant,
he moves in short quick motions
communicating with his hands.
while over at pump three
the silhuette of a large truck driver