Poet

Assignment Three

Poetry 101

Student: Leopold Green

The daytime things

There’s a guy down at the servo

With lions in his hair

Matted tails of roaring kings

A dirty song caught on his skin

He can’t remember when he lost them

But he lost the daytime things

Daytime shirts and daytime ties

And shiny daytime shoes

Daytime cloudy thoughts that drift

In cloudy daytime blues

Daytime smiles from people travelling

While they ride the sunshine home

Daytime TV on the weekend

Daytime talking on the phone

Now he’s crying at the servo

Midnight stumbling in his mouth

Hope slowly sliding south

A dirty song caught on his skin

Matted tails of roaring kings

Who knows where or when he lost them

But he lost the daytime things