Some old guy named Keats <br />Keeps singing in my ear <br />Lilting melodies of long lost lore <br /> <br />While Byron and Shelley <br />Croon their bitter <br />Sweet harmonies of love <br /> <br />Rappin’ on my shotgun sensibilities <br />Modern improprieties shod with lust and gore and <br />Bloody insatiable war <br /> <br />Hard-assed verbiage too rank <br />To hold a purity that harkens <br />To a simpler time <br /> <br />A simpler place <br />A simpler way <br />Of being <br /> <br />But don’t let me go, boys <br />The tuning in and out of syncopated time <br />Spans eons of dreaming nights <br /> <br />Till a new heart burns with the hearing <br />Of an ancient voice <br />In an ever-ripening world. <br /> <br /> <br />(Previously published in Art Villa, Aug.1999)<br /><br />Laurence Overmire<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/some-old-guy-named-keats/
