If Poetry Were a Man
If poetry were a man
And he would be a man
As he exhibits all the symptoms of the most haunting members of that sex
On the one hand, a near-crippling arrogance, yet balanced by great likeability
He dons black vintage t-shirts and a bomber jacket
A girl in a red halter lights his cigarette
He drinks espresso as lesser men drink water
And the night, the beautiful night, is his.
With us, his poets, he intrudes with a strange codependence
And we respond with ready affinity
His favorite time to visit is 3 am
Drunk, of course.
We make the coffee
And as he sobers, he tells the most wonderful stories
As we wait, pen in hand.
Copyright © Mackenzie Hudson | Year Posted 2016
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