Newspoem 11 Feb 2000: Frosty the Poet

By
William Gillespie - Newspoet

Ripping Off a Copy of a Robert Frost Book at Babbitt's Books

Whose store this is I think I know.
His house is up in Normal though;
He will not see me stopping here
To in my coat this volume stow.

The cashier's bored, I think he knows:
Between the poetry and prose
Are where you find the darkest rows
To shove a book deep in your clothes.

He gives the register a poke
To ask what is the fucking joke.
Of all the poets you could pinch
Why did you choose that windy bloke?

The store is lovely, dark, and hip,
But I have poems off to rip,
I like that one about the wall,
I like that one about the wall.

2000

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