A Nonsense on Marleberry Street -------------------------------------------
Where the doom hits the ocean at a quarter to two
And the drunks in the bars drink their honeydew
There the day swells with petty familiar threads
Overlooking the seagulls and under the beds
They are burried in bees and the passions of kings
And philosophers overphilosophize things
And the oceans of grayness and sound there are heard
And the passions of gods and of things quite absurd
And the feelings of nothing and the crying of space
In a world in which all but the pure have a place
All is geniune
All is clear and sincere
And the graves and the graveyards and headstones are near
And behold! There the light of the white comes to die
And the fears and the hopes of the hopeless run high
There the skyscrapers scraping the fog touch the sky
And the gloomy distorted deceptions are nigh
Lying on old familiar beds where the hospitals die
And the kindred familial tendencies lie.
This verseform is delightful, sophisticated, and it seems careless sometimes when the rhythm shifts - but there's a way to read every line out loud without tripping! I guess you do that on purpose; and if so, it is certainly clever and successful.
On analysis, this poem is built like a sonnet except with 19 lines. Lots of poets make short poems that are like sonnets; I think it's sort of a natural process! You can usually cut up a sonnet into three stanzas all different - well, with 19 lines I found many ways to make it into 3 or 4 stanzas.
Maybe an analytical comment isn't a lot of use really - it's more use to me! But this is a cool poem.