Thursday, November 7, 2013

ULTIMATE PUNCHLINE

Reams 
of their poems—or of drafts

of their thoughts—or of words 

of those thoughts—only just 
written-
out kind of 
ugly 

and—then
tossed! or perhaps—torn

to shreds 
of—such—fresh smithereens raining!

down, but
like—what exactly? exactly!
like that!

Yup—like 
streams, yes!
like streams
of fresh autumn leaves cascading 

so 
as to be—? carefully, no

devoutly!
observed—by an eye and perhaps 
some kind 

of lucky sun? Or—so as to be
just
re-
possessed 
fresh and reprocessed

into much 
smaller
and kindlier! 
kindling for thoughts—to be scrupulously 

scooped-
up and laid-out and then, of course, possibly—
completely

renegotiated later.

For the sake of which—
all poets
are learners—not teachers.

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