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Poetry Sample
Poetry Sample
Poetry Sample
By Alexander Lathem
A few weeks after my 20th birthday you give me a call and said,
“Can you come by my place so we can go over the dogsitting routine?”
I agreed and drove my way over,
Not hiding the smile because
I do not want to anymore.
I'm in my white Ford Explorer that I do not own anymore and
Am forced to stop at an intersection of broken black stoplights.
Glowing circular in the shades of ocean blues.
The top is a royal french blue, fit for a king.
The middle is a sea green, like the scales of a water dragon.
The bottom is cyan and like the others,
It glows so cool.
There are officers of the law, and for the first time they do not scare me.
I get to the apartment complex and it is surrounded by trees and a construction crew.
They have blocked the entrance but I do not let it stop me.
Walking up a fire escape while ignoring the irritance of dust,
I climb through the third story window.
Wet rotten wood stands guard and I have to stop myself short.
Prodigy
We’ve spent so long looking at the sky and wondering, “Are we alone?” Because the Universe is
larger then we could comprehend and we thought “surely there is someone out there, doing what
we did but better.” We wanted to know so bad because we made things to do so, and we built
them in our own image.
We made machines.
And we sent them out to roam on worlds we couldn’t live on, to look at stars that were too bright
for us, and to travel further from home than we dared.
We built these things with brains of circuitry and silicate, and we did it while being afraid of our
own home. We did it while we were pointing rockets at each other instead of pointing them up.
Then there was a time where things got calmer, things got quieter. So we thought we would come
together and face this frontier together; as one people.
And maybe we’ll be gone and we won’t get to see all the universe had to offer us, but we’ll have
left pieces of ourselves. We will have left minds out in space to do what we dared dream of.
So when the aliens from across the cosmos come and see what’s left they’ll find the robots who
will talk to the visitors of Sol, and they’ll tell our story.
They will say,
“They named us Curiosity, they called us Pioneer and Voyager, and New Horizons, because that's
what they valued at the very end.”
Ego Lathem
The sun is tired when I’m around. My mind is a field of reeds; carved into islands by rivers of
white water. I want to forget people who are far away. I miss people close by. There are more
starts than there are finishes. I enjoy movies better with friends around. When I’m alone, the
quest for a fried mega meal begins. The only good alcohol is Baileys’ Irish Cream. It is hard to
remember why I’m loved. I want to apologize to my friends.
Often, I’ll see an apple tree; gnarled roots brown with age reach out across the hill, cracking deep
stone; trunk hunching forward to support a maze of branches; In the cloud of leaves I see
sparkles of apples, like jewels red and yellow and purple in a sea of green, each of these is me: A
dozen lovers with simple names, a couple of children scattered around; a world where I’m a
writer, an actor, a politician, a restaurant owner; some are more exotic with a solitary life as a
sheep herder in Iceland, European cruises with a woman I love, the lonely steward of a clock
tower in a future Mecca; as I look at these I run the risk of looking down, where the rotten apples
have fallen and gone fallow; where the future is a shoddy noose, a stolen gun, or the corpse of a
car around the railroad tracks; there is a risk here, but the real danger is looking up at the fresh
fruit, wondering how I could ever reach them.
I wish men were softer. Sometimes I want a stone heart. There are stitches that need to be
stapled. I like sweet things, but I’ve never been a fan of candies. It is nice to stay put. I don’t like
defining love.
I hope it really ends better than it began.
Let Me
Let Ares come to Achilles, wielding smiles on the battlefield and say,
“You fight for kings and men who do not love you,
how would you like to fight for yourself?”