A poem a day in April from Rutgers English PhD students and friends.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Gilligan's Island

bypassing the mermaids in this aqueduct
muscles wet with saltwater, semi-stuck
as if I'd mascaraed them with Maybelline
swimming in slow-mo, quixotic figurine
forgetting to breathe--ce qui est essentiel
ne le trouve jamais our intrepid ne'er-do-well--
if I were a lowly Tropical tangerine
then you'd call me Caliban in my limousine.
it's drowning that I'm scared of, dream
of foul weather . . . whispering sirens scheme
to capsize my ship. I awaken, shaken; I blurt
out why is my bed drenched in water, alert
only because this is not a sonnet.


  1. the 'almost sonnet' is the saddest poem!

    sweet rhymes -- especially "Maybelline"!

  2. Couplets are better than sonnets any day. What, rime croisee? Whatever. I like 'em obvious.

  3. not touché! I'm saying you're RIGHT