POETRY
More poetry that I wrote in class. smlyctwntstopee wanted me to post it so she could find and then save it forever and ever or possibly make fun of it forever and ever. Or more possibly, both.
For Caitlin Guthrie, On Her European Tour
If we,
two pale clouds,
separated only by platinum
(not silver) lining,
wander, wholly illuminated by the sparkling
fireflies of fake forests,
through shallow pools of champagne
we will find
something more fantastic, more glamourous even,
than ruby red polished toenails,
than mile-high mirrors
reflecting guilded ceilings and floors,
something rich as chocolate cake
or espresso
in a tiny cup with too little cream.
For Caitlin Guthrie, On Her European Tour
If we,
two pale clouds,
separated only by platinum
(not silver) lining,
wander, wholly illuminated by the sparkling
fireflies of fake forests,
through shallow pools of champagne
we will find
something more fantastic, more glamourous even,
than ruby red polished toenails,
than mile-high mirrors
reflecting guilded ceilings and floors,
something rich as chocolate cake
or espresso
in a tiny cup with too little cream.