Poetry is code for that shit you can’t say outright
it is a silent scream first.
an eloquent demonstration second.
a ventriloquist’s counterpoint.
A Majical transmission.
and a fool Devil’s tool.
So pick a crusade. Represent it well.
then, please dispose of this note.
so says the zen master to the gypsy:
truth and trash are one.
or, in layman’s terms,
leave a penny, take a penny.
But really, leave it.
to be found abandoned by seashore,
friends with the starfish once again.
Meanwhile, sing a rondel.
pet a beagle.
experience instantaneous climax.
Borrow some fire.
Be out there and harmless,
Stationary under moving darkness.
Keep snake-spined and jelly-chested
Eyes like sand dragons refracting the wind in the grasses
like the breathing is in unison.
speak now, or forever hold your peace.