I can't afford this place,
I made a student's mistakes,
I bought too many books,
I brought them all here.
A book about how to draw anatomy.
A book of names for girls.
A book about Nixon's rise and decline.
I put all the books on the lawn,
and other students buy them
and other students won't read them.
A little more money
means I can afford the emptying room.
It is hard to let those books go.
Especially the ones I didn't read.
Like birthday candles.
Another thing you didn't do.
Well, nobody brings up Nixon.
And I never really mastered anatomy,
and that means I'm never going to be somebody
who needs a book of names for girls.
After so many years of purchases,
the only things on my shelf
are the things that no one else would buy.
3 comments:
Wow! S., this poem has a knockout ending! So much meaning compacted into a brilliant last line. I'll be pondering over it for the next few days. Bravo!
I'm glad you like, D! Since my poems are so often autobiographical, it might be worth noting that I haven't actually had to sell anything off yet, but I was thinking about the possibility, and what I would keep.
I feel like my poem style has taken a particular turn since that 'schoolmen' poem. Not sure why. Do you think you've had a trend in your poems, D? (Or anyone else! <3)
S., glad to hear you still have all your stuff! Yeah I think your right about the change of style -- you seem to be going for a more refined approach to the form of the poems maybe? In any case I like both styles!
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