Re: I HAVE DECIDED ABOUT POETRY
Red graffiti says I HAVE DECIDED ABOUT POETRY & it’s like, what did they decide
exactly, that poetry’s so great they left their family moved to the mountains
lived in a little tent in the middle of nowhere writing haikus 24/7? Or did they decide
poetry’s so not worth it, went into business selling widgets to wankers
at 100 bucks a pop instead; floated stocks, shares shot up & crashed back down, now
they’re in the gutter wishing they were dead? Or did they decide poetry’s
what you do when you can’t do anything about babies getting their legs blown off in
Gaza (or in any of the endless wars coming soon to your doorstep), but
you still want to be Good so you make up some cute little clichés about how Bad it all is
& you win a prize named after this dead white guy, then you get to go
on living The Good Life far away from the blood & guts the dying & the crying? Or did
they decide to play games with suckers like me, looking for something deep
in red BS sprayed on walls, & now they’re sitting there laughing their ass off while they
read this trash? Or maybe they just wanted to say they’ve decided about
poetry without saying what cos it’s nobody’s business but their own; meanwhile I can’t
decide if it’s good or bad there’s not enough spray in the can to paint the town
red with my word salad, when the graffiti only needed five little words to start WWIII.
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