Queen Learjet
Robert CJ Graves has given us such a range of things to think about! From a remembered life (No Swimming) to the quest for meaning (Look for Jack Buddha) to the space between love and hate (The God of Apathy), now he takes us to Ireland and back in a manner of speaking.
Queen Learjet
By Robert CJ Graves
Cobblestone Dublin, window shopping.
A flapper dress on the floor, a knowing smile.
Then gray river runs under Sligo bridge,
but soon my trans-Atlantic-class jet lands.
Red brick Wichita, the bookstores sell
a bread made with ground thorns.
And there fat grows the empty dress,
Bombardier Queen of the city.
Her mouth curled, condescending—
Smile-sponge sucking up the praise.
She loves her name, her footprint,
her flag flapping. Her crown,
her halo, is nothing but a prop
serving her galaxy-class ego.
And to ignore her is to smite her,
is to slice her Achilles heel.
Queen Learjet
By Robert CJ Graves
Cobblestone Dublin, window shopping.
A flapper dress on the floor, a knowing smile.
Then gray river runs under Sligo bridge,
but soon my trans-Atlantic-class jet lands.
Red brick Wichita, the bookstores sell
a bread made with ground thorns.
And there fat grows the empty dress,
Bombardier Queen of the city.
Her mouth curled, condescending—
Smile-sponge sucking up the praise.
She loves her name, her footprint,
her flag flapping. Her crown,
her halo, is nothing but a prop
serving her galaxy-class ego.
And to ignore her is to smite her,
is to slice her Achilles heel.
Posted by Annmarie at 3/18/2010 10:47 PM 
Categories: today's words
Tags: Dublin Wichita travel different worlds Robert CJ Graves
Categories: today's words
Tags: Dublin Wichita travel different worlds Robert CJ Graves
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