✿ on reading things i don’t understand

i’ll read your poetry
i’ll read it and strain to enjoy
it like a good boy takes his cod
liver oil for i know
some artful web
of allusions must under-
lie it—after all you’ve
been published, those
with artful and urbane
minds also full
of allusions—even
winks—have approved
and bestowed upon
you money so i will
stand now like
a boy in his
pajamas in the doorway
of his bedroom late
at night watching
the adults down there
engaging the world, cock-
tailing and winking while
i hold my book
about penguins
to my small bony
feathered chest

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About nosuchthingasastraightline

I grew up in tiny Lyme, New Hampshire, where I drew, roamed the surrounding woods, and first entertained the idea of God while listening to my mom's Beatles records. I studied biology at Harvard University where I wrote for The Harvard Lampoon and also began writing poetry. I have since made a living variously as a comedy screenwriter, teacher, and private tutor in math, science and writing. I’ve released three CDs of original music as the singer-songwriter and guitar player for Crooked Roads (listen to latest tracks here: https://soundcloud.com/crooked-roads). My poetry writing has been inspired by Rumi, Billy Collins, William Carlos Williams, e.e. cummings, Antonio Machado, Federico Garcia Lorca, and others. My two books of poetry, "The Morning I Married the Sky," and “Free this Morning” are both available on Amazon.
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