Every poet is a fake
eyewitness, peddler of make-believe hearsay,
A conveyor of love he never knew
in a city he never saw in a way to make you
feel the passion as if it were true,
He is an air-brusher of reality,
Thus a proselytizer of the Absurd:
That you can paint pictures with words;
That you can travel by verbs;
That you can conjure nouns by saying them;
That you can lead several lives within your only one.
Every poet is a fake
taxidermist, seller of second-hand stuffings
of souls that were never alive
Every poet is a fake
imperialist, would be explorer-cum-colonizer
of the terra incognita of your mind
Every poet is a fake
poet
Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 11:03 AM UTC
Every poet is a fake
eyewitness, peddler of make-believe hearsay,
A conveyor of love he never knew
in a city he never saw in a way to make you
feel the passion as if it were true,
He is an air-brusher of reality,
Thus a proselytizer of the Absurd:
That you can paint pictures with words;
That you can travel by verbs;
That you can conjure nouns by saying them;
That you can lead several lives within your only one.
Every poet is a fake
taxidermist, seller of second-hand stuffings
of souls that were never alive
Every poet is a fake
imperialist, would be explorer-cum-colonizer
of the terra incognita of your mind
Every poet is a fake
poet
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