Poems from
Fenwick Tower
NATHANIEL S. ROUNDS
Fowlpox Press
©MMXI Nathaniel S. Rounds
All Rights Reserved
ISBN: 978-0-9877346-9-3
Contents!?
Your guess is as good as mine.
I’ll check around the shelves of Don 88 Asian Grocery and see what I can find.
I might just pace the floor and wait for some new product to change my world—sit
outside the door there in an aluminum navy chair and write letters to Jack the Crow
from the stuffed specimen box in the Thomas McCulloch Museum. Play some skiffle
music with a blues harp and a foot pedal trash can. You can’t top up the contents list overnight.
Upon completion, the writer doesn’t really want to look it over. The writer is off finding
new things.
Song of the Marginal Man
1.
I have a friend at court
He defends my
Periodic narcosis
Gutter ball marginalia
Sublet parasitism
Doloroso hymns
Bleated long
And low
2.
I feel oblivious
To the cacophony of
The common crowd
The cold-hearted
Prosecution
Instead
I follow the wings
Of the honey guide
3.
The song of hands
Striking ewer and basin
Freshly drawn water
They
Dance for the morning sun
Plaster ceiling is a silver screen
For sun’s bath laughter
Guest soaks in the meaning
Before undressing
Marvellous Travels by Land and Air*
Chainlink Drive is nailed to Lacewood Drive
Lacewood turns into Captain Danjou’s wooden hand
We fight valiantly to catch up to
Doctor Thirsky and his enormous flying kite
We lose him as he flies above