Featured in the 2014 Fall Issue of Rambunctious
Bottle On a Shelf Colin Howe, '16 On the shelf lay a bottle Where I keep my soul Its green presence gazes back longingly, rigid forms melting Into fluid spirits, like clocks Frozen before they could hit the ground Preserving their ungodly shapes Until reality shifts them back into line. And maybe I could climb into that bottle Just for the day, or rent a room And stay a lonely, thought-filled night And watch as my vision twists and contorts, the clock on that wall frozen hands stretched like rubber bands Until reality shifts everything back into line