Percy Dovetonsils Poems

Life, said the old poet
is an insistent knocking
on doors that won't open
into houses
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Fruit-flavored lights!
Shivering, quivering, edible sights!
Spooned up suns of chewable mood-
Plasmic, prismic, rhythmic, food.
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The professors,
who have taught
in person
their whole lives,
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I’ve missed the boat.
And that’s not the
only one.
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Every other time
I drowned
I lived
to tell
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I feel sorry for myself.
so sorry.
because I have a gift
for self expression
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I have a rendezvous with destiny.
She is the goddess who entices me.
I see her beckoning with open arms.
She promises I will not come to harm.
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In my cramped world
I only find room
in my sleep.
I’m cornered
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I'll tell you why I wear this tie,
and why I'm so well groomed.

My appearance gives its lie
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Not that I plan to,
but it’s nice to know
it’s there
if I
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