Are they smitten?
They all ask how poetry should be written
When they’re through
Ask: what can it do?
Do you beseech;
“What are my understandings of the rhythms of speech?”
While they’re busy reading you - goo-eyed, patient, empathetic
Construct your vision of industrial aesthetic
For whom do you write?
Are you privy to the information that comes at night?
Can words heal?
Is poetry reparative?
Therein, what are the possibilities of narrative?
Do you think you’re so popular
That your prose could instigate fighting?
Then, how come you’re so careful in your writing?
Quit trying to reach the hearts of men and women
You are the heart
Your blood the ink
Your veins the pen
Blood thinning
Sail out
Once more unto the breach
Splash not in the foamy shallows
Of what they tried ever to teach
This craft on which you float
Is more than a license to roam
The decoy is this poem, those screenplays
That tome
Her gift will lift you and sift through the clotted blossom
Of your gilded fleeting dream
Like an heirloom comb
Such that the farther you drift out
The closer you are to home
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