A poem is an uninvited guest
breezes in and opens its suitcases
uninhibited, gets under the skin
and just refuses to leave.
The only way to pacify the crying
child is to push it out
on to the paper. And you are a poet.
To a poet,
a poem is an uninvited guest
breezes in and opens its suitcases
uninhibited, gets under the skin
and just refuses to leave.
The only way to outsmart the learned
child is to push it out
on to the paper. Now you are a sucker.
To a suckered poet
a poem is an uninvited guest
breezes in and opens its suitcases
uninhibited, gets under the skin...
Better luck next time.
vcm
mid 1995
really great piece
beautiful poem