I'm older than dirt and you are breathing on land for the first time. I want to shake my finger at you and say get off my lawn. Please understand I stood in your frames of life seconds ago. We're born in hubris and die in sorrowful feeble humility. I wrote **** poetry at 20. I hope I write better **** at 70. The poetry I read from young poets here is amazing. Your poems will steer your generation. Be the conscience.
It plays out on a stage by the sea. Violence, money, *** and drugs paint the scene blood red smelling of copper and naked angels die again. I'm left with your artifacts as proof you loved me when I was still pure.
If we want anyone to give our poem a glance we need to go crazy. Batboy Lives in My Attic. That Time I Killed My Wife. Boy Discovers His *****! Open Season on *******! Bring Parents to Your Room Day. Sell it.
We ***** these poems faster than HP can handle. You need a fire hose to keep up. We're a chatty bunch with endless sins we need to confess into your priest hole. We need to know our penance so we can wipe our slates and fill them up again.
I brought my little girl into the garden. She delighted in colorful blooms and fragrance and my tender love that will never die. She'll give it to her little girl.
They caught my stray heart. It went into a kennel and was put on the auction block where women would rescue it and try to keep it. It always jumped their fences and got away.