I AM NOT A POET.
I WRITE CURIOUS CREATURES,
LITTLE BLACK ANTS
CRAWLING OVER PAPER
LIKE TERMITES,
PAPER-THIN WORDS
EATEN UP
IN PRIDE AND PREJUDICE
AND PESTILENCE
I AM NOT A POET.
I WRITE JUNKMAIL,
IN CAPITAL LETTERS
SHOUTING
LIKE IT IS A CAPITAL OFFENCE
TO SPEAK OUT
PROPAGANDA ON
SENSE AND SENSIBILITY
AND STUPIDITY
I AM NOT A POET.
I WRITE CHANGE,
NOT IN THE LANGUAGE
OF RIOTS AND REVOLUTIONS
BUT
IN THE CURRENCY OF
SPARE CHANGE;
PENNIES AND POUNDS
OF FLESH
I AM NOT A POET.
I WRITE LIFE,
TREADING ON EGGSHELLS
OF SCRAMBLED EGGS,
SALT-AND-PEPPER AFFAIRS
SANDWICHED
IN NORMALCY
AND PEANUT BUTTER AND JAM
OF THE COMMON FOLK.
