Balzac wrote his novels
and I drank
a beer
to salute him
tho many in the industry
felt I shoulda been
writing my own.
but
the beer kept flowing
and I kept
pouring the contents
down my throat
still desperately clinging
to naïve notions
of poetic grandeur.
Poetic Grandeur
Are you intimating that it does not exist? Oh, that cannot be, else my whole life has been, well poetry. The goal was grandeur. There is no goal, like there is no spoon? Damn! :D
maybe my own. I won't rain
maybe my own. I won't rain on anyone else's parade.