Percy Quillwort

Rookie (Cape Elisabeth, Maine)

A Leaf From My Spiral-Bound - Poem by Percy Quillwort

Moccasins on my crestfallen feet,
I took the first bus to Guam.
I hack my tobackey and grind my slack jaw,
My spirit yet lingers in old Vietnam.

Give me my pistol, Yuletide Yank,
I have the soul of Lincoln in my shirt-pocket.
Drunk in the park I loiter and wander,
A glass tear rolls down from an empty eye-socket.

I eat it all with a faintness,
Caring little for my progeny.
The crowds pass in sine waves, inverted directions,
They all shrink in fear from my dark androgyny.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 5, 2011

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