poetry by the numbers

[revolutionR]

Anybody can learn to write within a given structure
and since anybodies opinion is up for grabs
there is a kind of tolerance factor that gets by
we allow ourselves to yield to the passing reflection
that gets its moment of exposure to the passing crowd
we may be in a cloud or a bubble, we may see trouble
but our concerns are either given a little shake
or it is endured by a kind of fake zen mildness
as if zen is anything but mild, a poet makes a slap at it
and another polite reader is slightly surprised, oh dear
what does it take to rattle your little world, to make waves
how many people still think poetry is something to skip
because they never had a knack for it, roses are red
violets are blue, there is war all lover the planet, how are you
oh that just killed my attention span, guess I'll just be dead pan
who gives a rat fuck why the chicken crossed the road, maybe
he was running away from some poetry that just attacked him
when the sky was falling on his head chicken little, cat an fiddle

[judih]

if poetry fell, i'd never get across the street

[revolutionR]

if poetry fell, there would be no street.