PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

But I can’t write

some glorious account

of existential redemption

a la Camus or Sartre

can’t pretend to be

T.S. Eliot or Ezzie Pound

That’s just the way

the mop flops

I can’t feel fully alive

minutes before

the guillotine drops

won’t be Babbit

and never do what I want

gotta step out

into the blazing night

feel the fire

of intense fever

the pen flows

the paper gathers ink

the work must be

something all my own

else there’s no sense

to even bother at all

3/8/96