I hate poems about poetry
but I do like poems
with dirt under the fingernails,
that is,
verses that make less sense
than a man and woman
in the center lane of the expressway
with all their furniture and A
Sylvania tv that glowers with
one big eye at passing traffic,
yup,
the news THEY DON’T REPORT
when you need to hear it most.
I like poems that are
so full of crap
that each stanza could fertilize
acres of future corn,
i have NO poems about poets or cats ,
no dog poems either
but lets have
more poems about baseball
because BASEBALL is ALREADY a poem
for the ages.
Meanwhile, I remember your face
coming out of the mist
of the night parking lot
and find myself
grousing and grazing under lovely trees,
after a walk,
rubbing my knees.
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