Tyler R. Martin
I’m reading poetry aloud to her,
I read Poe aloud and relish in the beauty;
The beauty of the words, the beauty of the girl listening,
And I feel like hideous ogre, reading beauty to beauty,
Surrounded by–engulfed in this tragic room of beauty,
For the beauty is marred my ulgy,
It’s weakened by my failure to truly show my appreciation for it by
Putting down the book and leaving her,
But she listened as I rattle of about Poe’s Dream Within a Dream,
And the tintinnabulation of the Bells
And she showed love for the beauty
And love for the ulgy of the ogre, aswell…
bourbon, cigarettes and syllables 