The trouble with poetry
Says a former poet laureate
Is that it breeds more poetry.
True, more isn't always better,
But I don't mind the extra verses
In cards or books, or on blogs
That leads to the slaughter of
Trees and the use of the power grid
For Internet servers sucking up
Watt after watt and for what?
Peace, heartache, grief, love, anxiety?
For despair, longing, lust, hope?
The trouble with poetry
For me, who doesn't read and piece
The images together well
Is that I get lost amid
Commas and dashes and missing words
And I struggle to the ends.
I lose my way thinking from
Phrase to phrase and image to image
And all meaning escapes me.
I want the words to be clear
As the ex-poet laureate writes
True to ordinary life.
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