|by Charles P. Ries|
|(July 19th,, 2004)|
|Iíve read lots of poems:
his girlfriends sex problems
feathers growing out of a poodles butt
the injustice of work
the joys of drinking
the curse of drugs
the collapse of reason
All good themes for poetry.
I survey this landscape of metaphors, bitches,
confessions, rants and homageís from the height of my
poetís throne and think, "what kind of chattering
masturbations are these?"
I rise a bit taller and straighter and develop
a crusty attitude toward my fellow day trippers.
Indignation is often easier to master then
praise or appreciation.
At home, I lie down on my poetís couch,
(a big overstuffed bed filled with hot air and
chicken feathers) and I hit upon a snappy riff
and return to my poetís fantasy where
I imagine I have something special to say.
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