From the Notebooks of Irving Vanderblock-Wheedle, Undated.

The screaming atoms rushing down like anvils,
Down, rushing down, and up, and left as well,
And even right, and also back and forth,
And in unnam’d diagonal directions,
Collide, and smash, and fuel a million suns
With power more than mortal tongue can tell,
With blazing flares of streaming radiant light
And heat to sear a billion barbecues;
And all I do is fill my Moleskine
With scribbled poems no one ever reads.
O Power beyond power! For one day,
Let me blaze brightly like a rushing atom!
Let my internal light shine in this place
And draw to me at last that unknown one
Who has four bucks to buy a mocha latte.

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  1. More! We want more Irving Vanderblock-Wheedle. This is the greatest poet since William Topaz McGonagall!

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