Tuesday, January 19, 2010

The Fountain Of Youth

I read a book recently about the experiences of the early European visitors to the New World. There is quite a bit to it. Especially the Spanish had quite a time trying to get a handle on the expanse of things. Coronado made it all the way to southern Kansas. That surprised me. De Leon’s expedition started in Florida and made it all the way to Texas. This was all happening before colonies were established in North America.

They were chasing gold. There were other fantasies driving the chase. Because the Spanish had already found two really civilized and rich Native American groups, it was easy for them to expect another just over the next hill. I wrote this poem months before I read the book.

The Fountain Of Youth

My eyeballs are fried
over hard and my head aches
from all this watching.
I'm asleep on feet
not made for all this standing
around the fountain
of youth as they say,
waiting for it to bubble
up, waiting to drink.

March 20, 2009 12:55 PM


  1. The eyes, the head, the feet - Oh, for the fountain to bubble up and bring relief!

  2. A snort and a parody...hmmm. It's hard to be a serious guy amidst the lightness in the air. I'm starting to beleive I found the wrong fountain, but I'm sure the map they sold me said this one.

  3. I always wanted to be somebody, but I should have been more specific.

  4. Now I'm snorting at that last one!

  5. Oh lmao! Sort of....but my eyeballs are fried!

    I am somebody! I am I am!



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