Poets Ensue

Oh how animatedly
you tried to express
what god meant by
the day of rest.

Two three four wires
prevailing upon a bomb
like lines describing
the future of the palm.

Now you are a poet
either born or made
newly come out
flush and unafraid.

You are earthy so don’t
deny what ensues
from seeing the displeasing and
from tossing off your shoes.

The story discovered
in the course of foretelling
ends in a dubious
and sweet-smelling truth.

A poet how droll
how nineteenth hole
turning bragging
from young into old.


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