THE INVENTOR

A poem about a brilliant inventor who wastes his time and money on hookers. The poem utilizes a few sets of homonyms at the start of one line and the ending of the next line.

THE INVENTOR

Billed as “The New Edison,”

Phineas Lockweather could build

from incongruous parts (one

piece of wood, a skein of wire,

an hour of undisturbed peace,

cash to finance one more patent

to add to an incredible cache

of market marvels) and voilà!

I tell you, the man was a genius.

What magic played in his mind's eye!

Seen mentally, then assembled,

these invented gifts changed the scene

of status quo to a life of convenience.

Prizes he deservedly won, but not one

cent saved since he squandered his fortune

in pursuit of street ladies whose scent

intoxicated him, drained him

to the dire point of poverty:

unable to feed one mouth, let alone two.

Prey to the perils of the fast lane,

Phineas succumbed without a last chance to pray.

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Reviews

[Shalini Dinesh]

Good poem, inventors are great!!! our life is getting easy day by day, though it makes us lazy too :)

[Dr. S. D. Blankenship D..]

Nice use of homonyms, Salvatore! Good-luck in my contest!

~S. D. Blankenship