All the Rage

The Ancient Modern

All the Rage /  Joshua Alan Sturgill

I’ve built myself a mansion, see it
rising from the sandy hillside?

Used the finest lumber—mahogany
and cherry—for the chimney.

Tiled the floor with bright squares
of untempered glass.

Its doors are blue—
and-white patterned porcelain.

My bed, exquisite cloisonne.
And I’ve plumbed its many bathrooms

with pipes cast
of the rarest salt.

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