Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PIPE DREAMS: 6, by WILLIAM A. PHELON First Line: Ah, but it's good to be alive, wah kee Last Line: And sought your jointchase up six pills, wah kee! Subject(s): Death; Survival; Dead, The | ||||||||
AH, BUT it's good to be alive, Wah Kee; I've been near death, and now, upon my bunk, I can feel comfort, just to know I'm here, And not a mingled pile of twisted junk. 'Twas William Courtleigh's fault. He called me as I walked demurely down the old White Way And said, "Come on with me; we now will soar Into the regions of ethereal day." He held my left arm, and one Edwin Foy Clutched to my right, and they escorted me To a huge airship, tugging at a rope And anchored strongly to a ginkgo tree. I entered it and found a jovial tribe Bob Hilliard, and Wells Hawks, a beanpot on His ear for trimmings: Abie Jacobs and St. Yves, the wonder of the Marathon, And many others. Courtleigh cut the rope And we ascended till a fleecy cloud Enwrapped us. Ah, what pleasure! Gladsome yips Burst from the traps of the enraptured crowd. Then Eddie Foy arose. "At last," said he, "I have an audience that can't escape, and I Will render 'Hamlet' as it should be hammed While we are junketing along the sky." We threatened vengeance, but he quickly drew A keg of mackerel. With hellish mirth He chortled: "List to me or I Will plug the ship and hurl us back to earth." Just then a gnawing sound broke on our ears And we emitted one wild, startled roar For Leon Friedman, glued beneath the boat, Had chewed a cavity right through the floor! He punctured us, and with an awful whirr We skizzled downward. As we flashed along I bumped the Singer Building and I gripped Its summit firmly, while the airship throng Passed on, no doubt, to doom. Let's hope that they Were somehow savedbut as to luckless me, I trotted gladly to the good, firm earth And sought your jointchase up six pills, Wah Kee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND A FOOL THERE WAS by WILLIAM A. PHELON |
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