By Thomas Page My many years can be summed in on a transcript Marking each of my earned three-hours with a letter And a decimal’d point to a larger number That makes me summa or magne or not At the end of it all on a May day. Can I sum it all up in … Continue reading Alphabets: Sigma
Alphabets: Rho
By Thomas Page Everything in its essence has a point Somewhere on a quantifiable map On this green rock in the black, a bluepoint May hold all of the gravity and sap Forces like saline water that pinpoint Everything ever said into a snap Of a shell sitting in sand at gunpoint Of scheming poets … Continue reading Alphabets: Rho
Alphabets: Pi
By Thomas Page I have been told the number for pi That extends more than the stars in the sky Or the time I wait for the roundabout by The Victorian houses on Capitol Street. I know that the radius Like some band’s hiatus Is calculable like the latus Lines along the beach’s regular status … Continue reading Alphabets: Pi
Alphabets: Lambda
By Thomas Page If I were to ask you who I was, what you say? Not in some philosophical sense Where I am condensed like soup in my forms Or torn asunder by Scottish logic But in a “it’s blah guy” sense of the word. I don’t think anyone knows who they are truly But … Continue reading Alphabets: Lambda
Alphabets: Kappa
By Thomas Page Everything is marketed with some number accented With the marks and symbols of something-something To make it seem taller than the possibilities imagined. People ask me my height which I’m always not so sure of And make up some number that seems right-- Normally 6 foot 3 inches-- Whenever I meander around … Continue reading Alphabets: Kappa
Alphabets: Iota
By Thomas Page No matter what I do, I have no idea what I look like. I try to plan my outfits in my head as I groggily get dressed at the sixth hour While ignoring aspects like my hair As I hurry to beat the traffic Tuesday’d into oblivion Only to see what I … Continue reading Alphabets: Iota
Alphabets: Theta
By Thomas Page I pilot around the room A jigsaw puzzle of hoodies and laptops Typing with the varied tones of an office-space Looking over poems they will never hear Looking for a wildebeest in the savannah. Heymister should be my name as I go to the caller What does this poem mean? I try … Continue reading Alphabets: Theta
Alphabets: Eta
By Thomas Page People often confuse my brother with me Because we are close in age. There was a time when we were about the same in all regards: Same hair Same teeth Same height Same clothes. They would call us the Page Twins or the Page Boys As we would meander from place to … Continue reading Alphabets: Eta
Alphabets: Zeta
By Thomas Page If I were in charge We all say to ourselves Things would be different. Different, yes, but better? I’d like to think that I would make a positive impact in I were in charge But that impact would probably funnel into a selfish whirlpool. Where did you think the idea of … Continue reading Alphabets: Zeta
Alphabets: Epsilon
By Thomas Page 1: Decide an idea for a poem. This usually happens when you’re the least able to write it down. 2: Consider the consequences of trying to commit an idea good enough for a poem onto paper. 3: Throw it away with the same enthusiasm as an empty bag of cheese puffs. 4: … Continue reading Alphabets: Epsilon
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