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Another
Useless Poem by Ken
Shiovitz One more useless poem, Delivered
through encephalic sphincter Of yet
one more useless poet. Meaningless drivel of analogy and simile, Like digital
exploration of Roget’s Thesaurus, By
nearsighted, finger-amputated, wheelchair philosopher. Familiar~droning~rhythmic~intonation, Of
faceless~replaceable~National~Public~Radio~voices, Eliciting~visual~images~of farm
tractors~and~hands, Gnarly~hands, Knobby~sinewy~veiny~
life-distorted ~hands. Moony, awestruck, spirit-sopped revelations, Endlessly
envisaged hallucinogenic impressions, About the
Moon, About the
Great Blue Heron, About the
Moon. Wine-soaked street poet and Award-soaked
postdoctoral academic poet, Cowboy poet, Child poet, Urban-butch, imminent-death,
reflective poet. Nothing meaningful to say, Nothing novel
except a different mind and mouth, Nothing but a Different
perspective. |
