i awaken cast in gild <br />i have no breakfast <br />kind of like the Happy Prince <br /> <br />as of whom Oscar, that Pre-Movie starlet spoke <br />atop the steeple <br />neighboring broad clocks and bells of singing yellow <br />pleading the swallow to bring to they who leer and admire him his face of various jewels. <br /> <br />i gave my nose to a thirsty girl <br />my nose was a glorious ruby <br />like that of the Happy Prince <br /> <br />i too alike the swallow who fell in love with a reed in a faraway marsh, a reed with many of her kind she would not leave, and deep, deep roots set in pickled waters <br />safe from the winds that yank my jilted pinions far a-cast <br />to encounter the Happy Prince <br />splashed by his unassuming tears <br />to disparage and then to serve him for suffering <br />to trade my next silted voyage to carry in my beak a jewel, one that-so-help-me-god may ping into the palm of a legless owner of a ribcage mongrel <br />a lump of vulcan sap <br />the given eye of the Happy Prince<br /><br />Luke J. Holt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/kind-of-like-the-happy-prince/
