One of the chapters in our book of Poegles is called “The Last Time I Saw You”. It is so named because it’s one of our favorite forms of the poegle- a composite portrait of a person based on the results of a search for the phrase “the last time I saw [insert any name here]”. For beginning poeglers, it’s a great way to get a handle on the form. Check out a couple of these in our collection. Here’s a sad little prose poegle composed on the imagined occasion, “The Last Time I Saw Will”.
The Last Time I Saw Will
The last time I saw Will was in St. Louis. It was two days after Christmas. He was leaving the bar to walk home. He had had a few beers, and I had watched him swallow several pills. With his large, angular features he was striding across the square smoking a joint with his band of troubadours. He had lost a lot of weight; I could see bewilderment on everyone’s faces. He had managed to get himself into a room at the Ritz-Carlton. Needless to say, I was awed with his breathtaking abandon.