Gasping for detail
For Garry Colombo de Piazzi
Thinking about poetry and risk.
Thinking about how it would feel
to be typing this on
a Remington.
Must get one.
For nostalgic times.
For pretending to be
Sylvia Plath.
Biggest risk is perhaps
one’s insanity.
To be revealed
for a dreamer, a dawdler,
a prophetess, a grasshopper,
a parasitic meddler,
fumbling for what does not have to be paid,
yet often satisfies
at least some of us.
(Not enough for the salaries
of soldiers, the guns and bombs,
or gold medals for the sacrificed,
the officers’ meals,
or the strategists’ perks.)
Risky business-
being intentionally poor,
being intentionally
a poor poet,
artlessly sporting
the pen behind the ear.
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