William Burgamy

Bookmarks - Poem by William Burgamy


Index Cards
Picture suspending hooks

Electrical chords
Black & White Chess-Rooks

Drill Bits
Tubelets of Tooth Paste & Petroleum Jelly!
Folded bits of masking tape
Plastic Arms & stems of grape so atrocious in odor
(Lazy orators say 'smelly')

Headphone wires
Boring Razors
Pamphlets for tires
A drawstring for gloves from Joe Frasier

Ketchup packets
Lego flat bricks
O' the parable pausing
Possessions flung from my bag of Tricks

Sunglasses, Red Lobster Receipts
Rods of Aluminum
Bandanas for Dogs when vets Finish grooming them

Gum wrappers, Wisteria petals
Trickster's dollars, Spelling Bee Medals
Paint Samples Maroon,  
Bourbon Street, Velvet Pie
Anything that makes mother say
'Don't touch that, you might DIE! '

& lastly a lock of hair
Sealing binder's kiss
Forever to hold the place 
In stories told by my immortal 
Darling Miss...

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

A person who adores literature to such a level of inseparable revelry doesn't buy bookmarks. They salvage them.

Poetry that does not engage the inquisitive, young being within us all, is nothing more than a useless lecture.

Please don't crucify my sense of whimsey.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 5, 2013

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