“Seagull,” by Eric Robert Nolan

Like an awkward emperor,
you sit alone atop
the rooftop of my urbane neighbors.

Squat and fat and white, you’re
a satisfied and unenlightened despot.
Edicts issue out
From your discordant “caw!”

What do those yuppies think of you?
Your mien makes
Their rich art-deco house
A commonplace kingdom.
Your ungainly gait makes
a prosaic palace of their home.

Cardinals arcing over
are airborne scarlet darts.

Pairs of swallows will sometimes
loop in symmetry.

You’ll have none of it. You’re
All utilitarian flight
And graceless landings.

If you were human
you’d be a pot-bellied plumber, perhaps
in a wife-beater t-shirt
holding a beer.

Other birds will swoop and dive.
Other birds will sing.
But your cawing only exhorts us,
“Hail to The King.”

© Eric Robert Nolan 2013

 

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Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine features “Seagull”

If you’re in the mood for a goofy summer poem, then check out my piece, “Seagull,” in the July 2016 Issue of Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine.

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Thanks once again to Editor Samantha Rose for allowing me to be a part of the creative community at Peeking Cat!

 

Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine Issue 16 - July 2016

“Seagull,” by Eric Robert Nolan

“Seagull,” by Eric Robert Nolan

(First publsihed in Dead Snakes, November 2013)

Like an awkward emperor,
you sit alone atop
the rooftop of my urbane neighbors.

Squat and fat and white, you’re
a satisfied and unenlightened despot.
Edicts issue out
From your discordant “caw!”

What do those yuppies think of you?
Your mien makes
Their rich art-deco house
A commonplace kingdom.
Your ungainly gait makes
a prosaic palace of their home.

Cardinals arcing over
are airborne scarlet darts.

Pairs of swallows will sometimes
loop in symmetry.

You’ll have none of it. You’re
All utilitarian flight
And graceless landings.

If you were human
you’d be a pot-bellied plumber, perhaps
in a wife-beater t-shirt
holding a beer.

Other birds will swoop and dive.
Other birds will sing.
But your cawing only exhorts us,
“Hail to The King.”

© Eric Robert Nolan 2013

http://deadsnakes.blogspot.com/2013/11/eric-robert-nolan-three-poems.html

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