Defiance
by Sean Barr
June 12, 2008 — Published in Verse
The spring wind in Carlisle is a poisoned heat—
the vile sting of Zephyrus’ noxious kisses rage street
to street, while high fashion flowers sing a Siren scent
luring us, wide-eyed, into their heaven-sent
affliction—a biblical plague of pollen
engineered to smite us, the fallen.
Yet we stand unaffected, our senses comforted
by semi-sweet tablets of defiance, celebrating departed
power over us. O’ blasphemous pharmacology,
I welcome you into my biology!
How I yearn to savor
your sugar-coated gel-capped flavor
under, around, upon my wanting tongue,
that candied joy sought after daily by young
and old alike. Come caustic climate, my weapons are in hand, attack me!
In my left: a glass of water, my right: a box of Claritin-D.
Sean Barr
Sean is working toward a degree in English with a minor in creative writing from Dickinson College. He balances his time between writing poetry, taking severe blows to the head in his martial arts classes, and enjoying all Belgian beers within a 50 mile radius.
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