Thursday, December 9, 2010

A poet laureate whose college days


A poet laureate whose college days were spent in drunken pursuit of girls. A hollow moon, the leaves are down, with tips of fingers that heal. At the podium, he’s wearing the tie his daughter gave him before she died. Opening remarks: she waves from the audience, cannot suppress a squeal. This time she’s six years old. Ceremony. Smoke. Applause. A burning match held to his diploma. The men in white rush in. They remove his pen. The blood, the blood, is real. A reception follows: all is right with the world.


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6 comments:

jasmin said...

William, liebe Grüße von Jasmin, ich bin sehr gerührt von dieser so gestalteten Geschichte,u.a."Blätter“, ich denke es könnten 3 Jahre sein,
Novalis,
„Jede Stufe der Bildung fängt mit Kindheit an, Daher ist der am meisten gebildete, irdische Mensch dem Kinde so ähnlich“....

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Jasmin. I’m glad you like this “poem,” if indeed that’s what it is. You’re right, in my mind it’s really a little fiction, a premise for the larger story of one man’s life.

Woman in a Window said...

oh my, he is a lunatic misfit and one to be lauded. isn't that always the way~

xo
erin

William Michaelian said...

Really, I thought him quite sane. Not that I can tell the difference.

Anthony Duce said...

A story in so few words… Very good. The details I can only imagine.

William Michaelian said...

And that’s where the real fun begins. Thank you, Anthony.