Monday, April 20, 2009

Poetry is words

How do I want my man?
Like a poem--
Save the big ideas never
scintillating into motion,
like a treadle does work in the
sweatshops: a lever pulsated by the
coaxing of her exhausted feet.

Poetry is words:
Big, strong, audacious,
conniving, taciturn,
simple
meek
loquacious, incandescent
Or customized to your preference:
Hyperbolic prate like a Shakespearean,
Modest and transcendental Frost,
Whimsical and innovative Dickinson.

I will peruse his intentions
with tact; I'll undress his synonyms
and unzip the plucky metaphors he wears
pretentiously on his sleeve. His naked themes
will indicate the worth of the seams, like the Dow.

Eyes can savor the sound of it;
But I delve deep with Encyclopedia
relationships (beyond lazily-construed
purl stitches of rhyme and lime)
that whet my appetite for the
Creative, Spunky, Erratic, Calico-tongued muse.

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