A Talk of Devil and Poet
My hell is full. Please, go to hell
with all your “as”, “too” and “as well”,
find peace in somewhere else.
Get out of here. My hell is full.
The arguments you give is bull-
sheet. My fatigued tongue swells
to say over and over: hell
is for bad poets only. Tell
me what did write before
you died? The choree, the old school
iambic rhymes and rhythms? You’ll
not enter in my door.
Budge up, you're getting in the way
of many others, dare I say,
true sinners, who have been
forever doomed, forever cursed
for poetry in prose, free verse
and haiku. Come on in.
Copyright © Kurt Ravidas | Year Posted 2019
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