measure me by quantity,
mine you, deep my shaft of data,
I got plenty,
lots of ill-advising words,
to a thousand poems...
keep 'em short, boy,
satisfy the appetite
of the new age for
short and sweet,
make the metaphors
obvious
make sure
the span of spam
tween moving the heart
and the ticking clock
is
brevity
that is the soullessness
of popular attention
you maybe, nah,
you are an old fool,
getting into movies
practically for free,
an ancient mariner,
(a what?)
but nobody wants to
read the longings that are
still and wild flowing
into and from,
erupting
of every pore,
every one a door
to to a different destination
"Your poems are too **** long"
So I will write what you want to hear...
**** it....
too long? Ok!
Suk it...
but using grownup words,
try,
Succinct me!
3/28/2015
