poets never die- we only lose our sunglasses
you know, writin poems ain’t easy; people every now and then need to sit quiet,
you know, writin poems ain’t easy; people every now and then need to sit quiet,
just listen to the rush,
just listen to the rush,
munch on a scorpion or hot ladybug
munch on a scorpion or hot ladybug
for that eternal push,
for that eternal push,
that soothing shove
that soothing shove
back to the well.
back to the well.
anyway, squirrel her played music so loud lizard was moved to dance.
anyway, squirrel her played music so loud lizard was moved to dance.
drum escaped any previous rhythm sensibilities,
drum escaped any previous rhythm sensibilities,
engine too bopped to idle,
engine too bopped to idle,
bass stretched cobwebs over higher ground.
bass stretched cobwebs over higher ground.
man, it was nasty-
man, it was nasty-
and yeah, lizard forgot about home that night.
and yeah, lizard forgot about home that night.
(sometimes poems come so effortlessly,
(sometimes poems come so effortlessly,
the whirring of spokes down a hill.)
the whirring of spokes down a hill.)
times past, tasting like espresso, he entered that photograph again,
times past, tasting like espresso, he entered that photograph again,
always carrying a brisk carnation, daintily,
always carrying a brisk carnation, daintily,
while the other priest was busy developing an egg
while the other priest was busy developing an egg
superimposed over some streetwise honeysuckle rose.
superimposed over some streetwise honeysuckle rose.
evidently, these two holy men did not wish to rub shoulders this time.
evidently, these two holy men did not wish to rub shoulders this time.
still, one of the martyrs was exceptional in that he could draw a relatively straight line,
still, one of the martyrs was exceptional in that he could draw a relatively straight line,
difficult for others,
difficult for others,
impossible for the rest of his flock.
impossible for the rest of his flock.
so, when the other developer awoke from his middle-of-the-night nap,
so, when the other developer awoke from his middle-of-the-night nap,
he nailed the bedroom door shut,
he nailed the bedroom door shut,
and then invited the remaining phantoms to crawl away with him,
and then invited the remaining phantoms to crawl away with him,
as it were,
as it were,
into the next poem.
into the next poem.
(Yup…writin poems ain’t that easy)
1968