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Poets' Convo
HIM:
"How can you eat that?"
he replied.
"It's bona fide garbage."
ME:
"Please,"
I retort.
"Don't start this now.
We've been chewing on
this idea for way too long:
that these words could come out strong enough
to belong to some movement
for long enough...
But let's face it,
the trick is to trick yourself
into knowing that it's not a trick:
that our musings are more than amusing,
that somehow they harness the answer
to some kind of riddle
that we may never define.
Cause as soon as we know what we?re
writing about
it loses intrigue.
Haven't you been in the Art Preservation League
long enough to know
that what doesn't show
speaks more than what does?
It's the perfect loophole, shithead
and I'm willing to buy
such commodities
if it means I can turn
this lyrical sodomy
into a romance scene."
CROWD:
How obscene, how obscene, Alex!
You?ve careened off the poetry track
to bring us back
to why we're amazed by you:
because you tell it so true! So true!
ME:
"So good, so far:
I convinced them I'm onto something.
Now they convince me they are..."
