Poetry?
Piss for poetry;
just words splashed
on hard surfaces.
Tough heads
endeavoring to break
a writer’s code
back washed when questions asked,
seeking to unfold their deepest thoughts.
Some minds derive their own solution;
Minds blown to shreds
under pressure
of piecing a lunatic’s gig-saw.
Letters fling on paper
With a fool’s claim;
Abstract discard drenched
Searching minds to solve
a psycho’s thoughts.
The verbal rationalization?
A recognizable taste results,
Somewhat like beer,
But bitter.
This is a slam. I could not find this form.
Copyright © Earle Brown | Year Posted 2010
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