Saturday, May 19, 2018

I HATE POETRY

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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