Posts
(IN RESPONSE TO
THOM WHO SAYS
ALL POETS ARE LIARS)
While I am not ready to admit ALL poets are liars.
I counter, maybe, o.k. all poets are narcissists.
Or perhaps, as in my case,
just
orally/aurally fixated.
Both properly connected,
yet, we're
somehow miss-wired:
mouth to ear.
It's all about the words,
lost, stroked, turned, twisted, fucked, fisted.
mothered, brothered, recanted, rediscovered.
All words are eventually lovers.
To make a homestead
in a tongue stroking
a stranger's ear.
A poem is not poetry
while it remains unsung.
For there is still so little
new under the sun,
all novelty is in Voices
and loose rhyme.
Words can access hearts,
minds, souls,
sometimes, to
find a few still beating.
Thus and then this beat is poet-precious.
For that?
Fragile beat-bridge connection>
For that narcissists, and sometimes liars
we will all become.
