40 Years…. By Jakob Chapman (Based on the lyrics of Ian Anderson)

That old sun keeps on shining;
have not the patience to ignore all that.

Give sixty days for just one night,
salvation à la mode, and
your deafness a shout!

Do you still see me even here?
as you cross the circle line,
there's a haze on the skyline.

Unfashionable to the end,
the queen of all the pack.
Northern fathers western child.

In the wee hours I'll meet you,
the one day I would change for a Monday.

Refill the cup and drink it up. Say goodnight and
careful (how you go) about your usual business.
But she didn't grace our table.

Big Riff, rough boy, wants to be a singer in a band
before we learned October’s song.

Out in the middle distance, still more tragedies are playing:
soft and silky night walkers.
It said, “I love you” in small letters.

I simply had to read it twice.

SPAM by Jakob Chapman

sitting—sleepily singing
stop spending settlements

pretty patriotic praises
partly pretended Pattie’s-day

antagonize an afternoon
at another after

midnight mass migraine
matinee muck mannerisms

sitting prettily after midnight
singing praises at mass

sleepy patriotic afternoon matinee
stop pretending another migraine

settle partly antagonized mannerisms
spend Pattie’s-day a muck

Poetry OR Poem

Contest Results

The results of the contests are in! Although my poetry did not place in any of the contests, I did win 4th place in the Mayhew General Short Story Contest. With a pat on the back, $100 in the wallet, and a free steak dinner for two I repost the poems I pulled to enter in the contests. Better luck next year.