Saturday, October 31, 2009

Zealot to Poet

I fancy poetry,
really I do...
its rear view detachment
to trauma and/or other emergencies

But show me a guy who can contrive a haiku
while fleeing for his life
from a machete-wielding crowd,
that's the guy I'd wanna emulate.

Show me a bloke who can sonnetize
an iceberg's luminous geometry
as the Titanic slides through currents to its grave,
that's a romantic zealot to envy.

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