#honorarium
so Olson (#2), Honorarium
around here,
poets have been advised and disclaimed
the genuine praise of others get repaid
in kind, in k i n d
no, nope, not in
succinct pithy praiseworthy commentaries
that pays the quid pro quo bills
no ******* it,
a full blown poem is your honorarium,
you have torn open that envelope, and gosh **** golly gee...
debts must be paid for the scales can not exist imbalanced,
until pieces of me equal pieces of you,
and I hate owing (for one never can be owning) poems...
Honorarium
*this lonely business, never paid the rent,
at best, I hear them whisper, leave him be,
he’s entranced in other galaxies, breathing
words of nitrous oxygen, which has oft
produced excitable effects, copious weeping, hysteria,
and uncontrollable hyena laughter and
a sadness so deep, we fear for his retrieval*
*while
conversing with others in his head,
but when he writes of honor & love,
beware his bewitched bewitchments,
when all flu-like symptoms starburst all at once
the words are corded and stacked.
for fiery consumption in a hearth hearted fireplace,
word fries with aioli spice tendered in repayment*
*not a one lost, for those poems, though up in smoke,
lung imprinted, and breathed out into the clouded atmospheres,
dragon exhaling, poems roaring, stored and restored
honorarium in the crematorium of word debtor prison*
*an “the end” sigh dot dot dots the bitter end,
the anchor resting on sandy bottom,
at last, the last word, debt paid, honor restored*
*this, this
he loves best, when the beast released
and then returns to rest-in-chest and
await his next self imposed commission,
immolation in isolation*...
Jul 21, 2019
Jul 21, 2019 at 6:51 AM UTC