False Modesty Aside for a Moment
His lips tremble
with the urge to cry out
to an impoverished planet crowded
with hero-less idol-starved refugees: Here
Feast your senses on the glory that is me, I, this guy
over here, aglow
with nectarine juices and trilling syllabications.
Too long have I hoarded myself to myself,
and now, like a transcendent uber-being,
I stand ready to deploy my massive
accumulation of selfness in the unswerving pursuit
of the Common Good, to put the ‘phila’
back in philanthropy.
Too fully loaded with personality and charisma
to be merely a king among men, I accept
the mantle of emperor, prince, oracle, grand duke,
and high priestess.
I will tower above my world, brow able to
scrape against the stars only because my toes
are firmly clenched
into the soft bedrock of my homeland.
Come and behold me, ask nicely
and you shall receive.
I look way, way down and see myriad faces reflecting
back my own incandescent glow—
like the faces
of my innumerable unnamed children.
With love and gentle condescension, I gather you
in my mighty fore-limbs and let you
scramble through the tangled hair of my
Like tiny lice, you have a tendency to
make me itch, but, with the calm forbearance
of the empyrean totem that I so clearly am,
I deign not to brush you away.
Jeffrey Park, email@example.com, wrote
BP #72’s poem, “Setting False Modesty Aside for a Moment” (& BP #64’s 4 featured
poems). His poetry has appeared in Eye to the Telescope, Right Hand
Pointing, Star*Line, Subliminal Interiors, The Phantom Kangaroo, The Speculative Edge, and UFO Gigolo. His digital chapbook, Inorganic, is available
online, and his poem “Hard to Reach” was nominated for a 2012 Pushcart Prize.
He lives in Goettingen, Germany, where he is Lecturer for Scientific English at
the Georg-August-Universitaet. Links to his published work can be found at www.scribbles-and-dribbles.com.