The Poet's Trick
A pointless expulsion;
an explosion of utterances,
synchronized not.
Words thrown about,
like sardines
in a surge.
Not cohesive,
but senselessly hurled.
Honey to the ears
and music to the taste buds.
The ignorant tricked;
praise busted
foolish lips
and slapped the masters’ faces.
Speak life,
the bizarre,
with substance.
Those immortal words,
the deity
the spirits summoned,
witnessed the ages passed.
Let hearts
reminisce
the moments spent.
Breathe life into freedom and things,
exhausted.
Let the legends live;
shout death to
senseless arts,
occupying spaces,
echoing no graphic tale.
The rhetorics,
the lyricists piped,
float free;
forged thoughts
in open gaps.
Copyright © Earle Brown | Year Posted 2010
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