Poem- A Tape from '94
Written for Creative Writing- we were asked to do a short piece on something we're searching for. My musings on "growing up".
Flowers grow on super-
Speed; fast-forward times fifteen.
Charlie checks his mathematics
While Algernon rams the screens.
If I could pause at .0015 seconds,
And look with a keen perception,
Could I maybe find some askance-angle woman,
Or am I too close to conception?
Mirrors turn at a 6-
Degree angle; fast-forward to twenty-one.
Lolita’s leaving with child in tow
While Humbert remembers the feel of his gun.
If I could pause at .0021 seconds,
And look with long-lashed eyes,
Has this woman made her appearance,
Or am I too small for the prize?
Hands reach for never-
Ending ropes; press play if you’d please.
This girl has a life to live,
This girl’s got the world to seize.
Flowers grow on super-
Speed; fast-forward times fifteen.
Charlie checks his mathematics
While Algernon rams the screens.
If I could pause at .0015 seconds,
And look with a keen perception,
Could I maybe find some askance-angle woman,
Or am I too close to conception?
Mirrors turn at a 6-
Degree angle; fast-forward to twenty-one.
Lolita’s leaving with child in tow
While Humbert remembers the feel of his gun.
If I could pause at .0021 seconds,
And look with long-lashed eyes,
Has this woman made her appearance,
Or am I too small for the prize?
Hands reach for never-
Ending ropes; press play if you’d please.
This girl has a life to live,
This girl’s got the world to seize.