Poetry Jenny Billings Beaver — May 19, 2011 14:14 — 0 Comments
Captain Procrastination – Jenny Billings Beaver
Zack, my favorite slacker
student, texted me 21 minutes
into class: I won’t make it class today.
It was every other super hero’s night off
last night and it was a very long night.
I checked the message in front
of his classmates, chuckled
and erased the marking beside his name,
excusing his absence on behalf
of creativity.
What am I?
Bioluminescent eye
That sees by the shine
Of its own light. Lies
Blind me. I am the seventh human sense
And my stepchild,
Consequence;
Scientists can't find me.
Januswise I make us men;
Glamour
Was my image then—
Remind me:
The awful fall up off all fours
From the forest
To the hours…
Tick, Tock: Divine me.
-- Richard Kenney