I tried to write a poem in Tim and Ryan’s dorm, but experienced writer’s block.
I stayed up into the wee hours of the morning finally taking the time to relax. It felt nice.
Based on Harry Willson Watrous’s ‘Sophistication’. Started 1:42 pm. My dorm. Finished 2:06.
A regal spout
as positioned to reflect the visage
of an upturned,
In a parlor
where a five-lettered furnace glows,
gardenia-grains shift inside of a milk-white bone.
It’s petticoats worn on a petty evening
and the call of an embroidered egret.