Publivion
I’m fading away into publivion
And soon there won’t be any meat left to bite into ,
…only bone ,
and a broken poetical marrow
Hold the beef
don’t give me none
put some patience on that bone
and stop bringing
home the bacon
Publivion
I’m fading away into publivion
And soon there won’t be any meat left to bite into ,
…only bone ,
and a broken poetical marrow
Hold the beef
don’t give me none
put some patience on that bone
and stop bringing
home the bacon
Poetics Moment . I’m Hungry
I feel my backbone now .
It moves in strange ways,
bare with less protection,
while standing in the poet’s corner
completely surrounded by books of verse .
Ginsberg Eliot Rumi to boot .
Poetry is becoming popular again.
This time describing polymers
and hard returns ,
Love, zygal, and artifacts
to barbarous renditions
of Cohen’s music
sung by female lounge
lizards .
And I’m told A. Miller’s
Marilyn Monroe
had six toes ,
like Alexander’s horse.
They were both poetic
and well loved.