Whitney Jones Olson
Whitney Jones Olson Poems
i am taken aback;
i question your strength,
i put myself;
in a position you do not accord me,
and as always,
watch with a guarded
heart that is a reflection.
i wrote about you once.
About the completion of your character, and the colour of your eccentricity.
i wrote about you on a sweet, sad Spring day while taking my solace on the bittersweet ocean of deadened desire.
Although my actual perspective is long since destroyed,
i recall comparing you to a nearly nymphette cocktail waitress, and finding you wanting....
She hears the Carmina Burana behind her eyes,
the oratorio asks to be pulled from her / into text /
She breaks the law two hours after waking,
sits in linen through the afternoon / pontificates /
wonders about abstractions
tell me, tell me, about Art and Honesty / she shows you /
Rational is an amiable liar, quiet in his paradoxical prison /
She tells you.
In the Secret Garden, 'there is a girl that no one sees,