Urban Removed

URBAN REMOVED i m not one of those poets one of those alpha-posing, super-imposing inner-urban closing poets who prattle to infinity in unscripted and useless rhymes clean air in no time leaving none repast i m not one of those poets one of those pitter-popping, heart-stopping street corner mentor poets who improvise sound like kicking garbage cans texting with both hands leaving out vowels i m not one of those soap-box poets one of those orator, prognosticator digitally refined and retouched poets who preach the strident life and fear the ultimate end apocalyptic cleanse leaving none behind i may be the last of the nomad poets quiet death for the Penan, up and beyond one Joffa shake away~poet who waits for the stones to sing with a leaky log-cabin roof i leak the truth leaving spirit whole