Noble Rot

after Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a turd
through the bowels of aching sheep;
beyond the alimentary canals

Where there is no sudden word, past
dreams we do not keep
far from the maddening crowd –

Exploding on the scene that sweeps
small animals which creep
within the visions of my nightmare scene

Towards a breaking dawn, no loss
erupting in passion’s blast: a knowledge
of the heap on this salad bowl I’m tossed

© Dean Baker


2 thoughts on “Noble Rot

  1. Love those opening lines, Dean! LOL! You are ever thought-provoking to wit! My heartfelt best to you as we enter yet another new year. May you continue to be inspired to express through the written word. Have you ever thought of spoken word through video? Hmmmmm…yet another level to explore for a new dimension to your inspired verse. I personally have lousy pipes for the live presentation. Perhaps if I sat before the camera in full Monty….this begs exploring; Poet Nutters, nes pas?

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    1. Absolutely considered the vocal presentation – however, no moolah to do so – always a big deal…. likely going to synthesize some of my numerous books into only the best that not many if any could do anything but recognize the worth… plus new book always in the offing of only the very essential

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