Anesthetization of the Maestro
“Having something to say is
Not important for the poet.”
Go tell it like T.S. Eliot
And hum it like e.e. cummings.
Having something to say is
Not important for the poet
Who knows from Satchel Paige
That sometimes so much
Deep ends up
On a wee barrow.
Golden sketch
Appalling scars, remember Donne!
Pastel songs
Our best lack vows.
Pearl eyes above cornet valves
Dancing on light struck
Through brass cone waves
By five digits off a black wand.
