Treasure Island

Benjamin Michael Clark

(06/22/90 / Mattydale, NY)

Bread Without Butter


The shacks are cursed
By water & bread-
There is no Calamari
Or Pesto Pasta with Pinot Grigio,
Or Baccalá with Pinot Grigio,
Or Fettucini Alfredo with Pinot Grigio,
Dinner is never complemented
By Cantaloupe & Gelato
No one will dream
Of Chickarees or Quokkas-
But, from time to time, an old Fisherman,
Sedated and asleep in his shoes,
Flies with sparrows
Through Disco-cotton balls
Falling from the sky.

Submitted: Monday, August 19, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, August 20, 2013

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This poem was inspired by: 'Disillusionment Of Ten O'Clock' by Wallace Stevens

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