Francesca Martin Poetry

You
acting as if you sweat intelligence from your large pores
My support
superior
You
who has named me 'Fountain of ignorance'
I would not wish upon you, oh, brightest star
You are dwindling you know
At least I rain
I may rise high and fall low
Sprinkle a damp show
But you remain
stagnant
fixed
I can shorten my spout
Do you fully exist?

Oh, but I can be the same way
And I do envy your brilliance each passing day
As I watch you bury your head in a new overwhelming novel
I wish to acquire your voluminous mind
You may push me off of the chair to play FreeCell anytime
Please sing in that obnoxious tone
So I can hear the source of my brothers low, deep drone
Yet, sometimes it's lovely
it follows the course
Takes a ride and dines at a restaurant on a foreign shore
And when it arrives at a fountain
Stops to ponder its existence

You may call me a Spanish article, 'La', from pure laziness
leaving the 'baby' in a pink tattered blanket
Just don't forget to pass by a large fountain
Trying to shorten the drought of 'the masses'

Poet: Francesca Martin