Is it pretentious
To pretend about pretense
When pretense pretends
That there could be such a thing
As light unpretentious verse?
Is it pretentious
To pretend about pretense
When pretense pretends
That there could be such a thing
As light unpretentious verse?
The deepening black
Of self-talk draining away
Your creative will
Bringing forward the abstract.
An aberration in verse.
The creek raising vapor below the bridge.
Mosquitoes work typewriters of text
Find the ether of meaning
On hook and line to catch breath
And blood from the Bare arms
And bulging veins drawn by mosquitoes
Sworn to the devil.
Sworn to grief of voice and pain of meaning.
Sworn to the dark imagery of verse.
And they walked through the rising vapor of
The creek below the bridge where mosquitoes
Work the keyboards to generate the text
Of my future masterpiece of modern
Poetry. They will find the ether, for
The thick air of meaning brings its own hook
And line to catch the words and breathe the lines
Of verse into being like the blood from the
Bare arms with bulging veins that draw out the
Mosquitoes like little vampires sworn
To the devil. Sworn to bring grief and pain
In long swaths of meandering voice. Sworn
To confuse those willing to subjugate
Their minds to the dark imagery of verse.
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