TURN OFF THE MIC&GO HOME
C Ra McGuirt
ice-cube-assed old maid academic masturbation
lights-&-music masquerade performance-artist howling
giddy gush&wounded whine at the birth&death of love,
& fashionably-drunken failure-puking
are common at the microphone,
but they aren't really poetry.
the poetry slam revolution pits apples against oranges,
& the tastes of 2 or 3 declare one fruit the finest.
a tinfoil title belt bestowed for verbal shadowboxing
means something about someone, but
not too much about poetry.
words on war&homelessness are admirable,&also
usually predictable, regardless of sincerity.
find a brand new way to say bad isn't good, or otherwise
it's a letter to the editor,
it isn't really poetry.
the president (if not always) is usually an asshole.
it does no harm to tell us, but
i'd hardly call it poetry.
displaying your public affection
for jesus christ, or any
other brand-name avatar
is fine. you may be right,
or no more wrong than the rest of us,
but preaching, especially to the choir,
is rarely really poetry.
can i get an amen, somebody?
amen.
my conclusion:
so many examples of failure...
clearly, as of yet,
no one has written a single poem,
& if they did,
it wasn't really poetry.
the Truth is always
safe from words:
you didn't
hear it
from
me.
