1.
alone. among neo-resonance renaissance; antichrists and antipoets
delivered neophytes near new Damascus somewhere beyond Yeats
& Bukowski basking peripheral among sun spot allusions deprived
of a Ferlinghetti to baptize persona non grata to literate latte, to baptize
in stagnant river without flow draining the wilderness into a thriving
wasteland — no City Lights to examine blind man's experience; gulp
down vodka gimlet with a lemon twist with a see God intensity
2.
born. awakening to roam back brain streets avoiding academic polygamist
married to multiple dead ideas, stale from abstinence of spiritual awareness
and reeking of halitosis — he sleeps on the loading dock of a trendy, garish
bookstore until Friday Night readings — he takes his once a month shower
at the YMCA to remove the stench from hard writing — slips in through
the backdoor, ignored by the politics of poetry, seated at existential fringe
of the audience. Feature poets from incest drones, who workshop the life
out of poetry until they tuck poems into comfortable bunk beds, suck on
vocabulary of depleted oxygen and die on the dark oscillation of numb tongues.
Mercifully it ends. Open Mic begins. The Antipoet rises to read. Smug academics
offer a silent snicker. Strange craft thunders from his horizon event. The guy who
wants the poetry reading to be over so he can go home, wakes up and listens.
Wants more poetry.