The Poet
A poet dips and plants
till a green appears from
the tip of his pen
no wonder
the old masters used a deep
well of ink to troll
pierced their boils of necessity
for a word-ooze,
painful pricks causing flows
of relief the poet's booze
intoxication appears
a magician's cape and wand
not so unlike writer-diviner's
hidden streams
our bent twigs, real and deceptive
poet, physician and fond thief
gifted with a scalpel
of confounding mystery and applauded belief --
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