Thursday, May 31, 2012

Frank the Fregan - for Izzy


Frank the fregan foraged for fruits,
for finery and feathery fronds, finding fleas
and fungi instead, some lice for his head
and a box for a bed, but two day old bread
and a lapsing of dread
and the peace of the dead,
the frugal prince crowned,
to his green dumpster wed.

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All poetry is supposed to be instructive but in an unnoticeable manner; it is supposed to make us aware of what it would be valuable to instruct ourselves in; we must deduce the lesson on our own, just as with life. -Goethe