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old poem from a jaded year, about poetry...
How much leeway would you give
a poet,
for perpetuating inspiration through the ages?
What lusts
would you allow him to feed, if he feeds the world
what?
What if she’s a confessionalist? What if he’s like me? Would you have to
eat the plate it was served on? What constitutes
a poem?
“The sky’s the limit.” What constitutes
a work of art, which you frame?
“One person’s trash…”
Shall I just toss these scraps of paper
onto a large, blue one, and call them fish?
Or maybe waves?
Let’s say these
dice represent
icy chance.
Let’s say the board is
the dance floor of life.
Cold/hot romance the issue.
Jangle keys and a lock unclicks.
Jangle keys and a car begins
to exhale.
a poet,
for perpetuating inspiration through the ages?
What lusts
would you allow him to feed, if he feeds the world
what?
What if she’s a confessionalist? What if he’s like me? Would you have to
eat the plate it was served on? What constitutes
a poem?
“The sky’s the limit.” What constitutes
a work of art, which you frame?
“One person’s trash…”
Shall I just toss these scraps of paper
onto a large, blue one, and call them fish?
Or maybe waves?
Let’s say these
dice represent
icy chance.
Let’s say the board is
the dance floor of life.
Cold/hot romance the issue.
Jangle keys and a lock unclicks.
Jangle keys and a car begins
to exhale.
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