Drowning

[Pseudomuse]

first draft of a poem I started in class. We had to write about disillusionment, so heres my go at it.

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Drowning

Books that are not books
Cling to fake oak
Scotch dribbles down
Into the fountains of youth
The Jazz Singer belts
And Fitzgerald spies through specs
Jotting lines in his palm-handled
Notebook
The melodic suffraging goes on
Noticed
In vacant slits of irony
Daisy flits among the crowd cooing at
The pallbearers; chimeras in their own concoctions
Of Beelzebub and champagne wishes
Milton would be proud that
The hero is at a loss but
Drowning in self sufficiency
Everyone is drowning here
In fountains of youth
And hitandrun acquaintances
Everyone is drowning here
Naive and quarrelsome
With ideas of smokestacks and
Opium dens and war
Seeping out of conversations now filled
To the brim
Spilling over sopping up yesterdays
Bread
No one cares much
For everyone is drowning here.

[Sparks]

Ah That was really something.
Your vocabulary never fails to impress me.
To be honest it took me a couple reads to really get the gist of it...which I'm not confident that I got completely 100% anyway.
"Drowning in self sufficiency
Everyone is drowing here
In fountains of youth"
Those are only three out of this multi-line poem, and probably the three that I was most drawn to.
There is a simple sort of delicacy to the quote that I'll maybe figure out someday, but for now I think I just like how it sounds.
Thumbs UP.

Peace and Love