Poetry — July 23, 2012 13:44 — 0 Comments

My Office Window – Luke Laubhan

In the land of offices, I have a second-story
floor-to-ceiling window, wide as a short person.

Strangers visit me because my special window
looks down on the bustling, new construction site.

“Wow!  That’s so cool!” and “Look at that crane!  Cool!”
I have to admit, it is probably the coolest thing in the office.

A guy said I should charge admission for the view, issue
tickets, use a velvet rope, make a buck off all the excitement.

What kind of person does that, though?  I may as well
start a zoo, or stop doing free magic tricks.

Bio:

Luke Laubhan is originally from Northwestern Oklahoma. He studied English at the University of Oklahoma, holds an M.A. in Biblical & Theological Studies from Biola University, and is an M.F.A. candidate at the University of Washington. His work has previously appeared in Columbia Poetry Review and Down in the Dirt.

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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

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