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.