by Clinton Van Inman
Double humped round in roses I
Charm some vision in a paper cup.
Like Orestes in a diamond moon
Rising from stained glass to find
No meaning beyond my movement.
But only when worlds collide
Will the silence of my Trojan Seas
Protect me from his desert sands.
I am now an O-as-is only
But dare drink my deeper waters
You last king in a sandman’s dust.
© 2012 Clinton Van Inman
Clinton Van Inman is 65, was born in Walton-on-Thames, England, and graduated from San Diego State University in 1977 with a degree in philosophy. (Don’t laugh, so did TS Eliot) He still works as a high school teacher in Tampa. One of the few last standing Beat poets, he is trying to get a collection of poems together for future publication called, “Far From Out” or “One Last Beat.” Recent publications include the Tower Journal, Essence, The Warwick, Journal of Victorian Poetry, Yes Poetry, Poetry, Out of Four, and Black Cat Poetry. Some of his poems have been recently read on YouTube by Janet K. of Down in the Dirt magazine, which publishes many of his poems.
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