Thursday, January 27, 2011

Poetry Is


Poetry is

Pianos on sandbars.
Love and all its scars.
Stars just beyond your fingertips.
Moments your heart skips.

Silence inside.
Learning how to fly.
tears your readers buy.
Tell the truth even when you lie.

Beer with Bukowski.
Writing even when its lousy.
Drowsy feathers awakened in ink.
The softer the heart the harder the drink.

Emerson when your new drug is love.
Thoreau when you've been governed enough.
Our phoenix, Our Butterfly, how poets get high.
Never die only Versify.

Love Always Theory