Stick Poetry
Amass comrades,
Tell of your fractured spirit;
They may perhaps share your taste,
But in no way
Hang stick poetry
With Shakespeare,
Like Claude Monnet
Accompanying Renata Bernal
To the ballroom.
There is nothing abstract,
Or occult
In allegories
Of men parting
And women crying
Like clouds
Hanging over Kauai.
If I desire to be pedestrian
I would walk
The middle-of-the-road.
For Christ sake
Let’s write … gems.
If this charge is too tedious
Our job is to listen.
Copyright © Earle Brown | Year Posted 2012
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