poet speak
there is tempt in the vessel
your lines lay privy to unsettled reflection
once measurable silences
twirl in envy
their fresh unburdened batons of woe
at the newly received parade of
thankfully revived free expression
such ink for postulation is swirled
in a dash of unsubjegated hope
so expected in its cognitive conception
those minds
upon which it grows
as rivers roam the canyons
words too
wind their own endurable paths
through books synphonies and plays
yet its the poems
that storm their earnest craft right to the very heart
offering piece meal to the reader's perversity
caption to the pinnacle moment's eruptive thrash
the eclectic observer
focusing upon
not just the weight
but rather the grade
of what little meat there is
being sacrificed
to the taste of the conflicting masses
its recognition flambet
the crown dish
for such an unapologetic century
I say in closing salute
long rhyme
you dear dear over looked poets...........
Sept.17,2002(830pm)