someone, not me,
turned the spigot on,
let the poetry run and run...
been awhile, reasons many
breathless at discovering
so many master mistress
poets trumping the
best I ever read,
best I ever gave,
happy pushes me
to give it a rest,
800 plus, fairly spent,
but someone,
probably you,
turned the spigot on,
made my poetry leak,
then seek
to float to the top,
this, trite not tight, missive,
just a remarque,
on the dangerous side of
poetry reading,
it leads you down the street,
where the dealer offers you
multivitamin treats,
**** the writing addiction
just comes back full flushed
shoot. soon enuf
be writing love stuff,
can anyone shut that
spigot off....
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 1:59 PM UTC
someone, not me,
turned the spigot on,
let the poetry run and run...
been awhile, reasons many
breathless at discovering
so many master mistress
poets trumping the
best I ever read,
best I ever gave,
happy pushes me
to give it a rest,
800 plus, fairly spent,
but someone,
probably you,
turned the spigot on,
made my poetry leak,
then seek
to float to the top,
this, trite not tight, missive,
just a remarque,
on the dangerous side of
poetry reading,
it leads you down the street,
where the dealer offers you
multivitamin treats,
**** the writing addiction
just comes back full flushed
shoot. soon enuf
be writing love stuff,
can anyone shut that
spigot off....
For Deborah, Brittle Bird,
Ieaun, shosho Rea, Ocean Blue, GitacharYa, and my old beloveds, Bala, Ded Poet, Pradip, Olivia, Rebecca Askew., DWE, the SEY hey man, and countless others who go back when There was no difference between breathing and writing and loving thy fellow poets, and never mind the BS numbers
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