Poetry has been exalted Made to appear the apogee of all Blockbusters are called poetic There’s poetry in log cabins The poetry of a homerun Or a bone-grinding tackle Even the poetry of war
Having already reduced everything To a rhyming jingle Advertising can join in With the poetry of laxatives That melt in your mouth Those white tornados In the tidy bowl
It’s time for banks to capitalize On the poetry of foreclosure Since poetry is only a few letters Away from poverty There’s the poetry of longing For a Palestinian homeland On an Israeli settlement
There’s the poetry of religion That identifies the infidels And champions crusades To colonize the heathens There’s the poetry of nature Under the volcano That brings down the airplanes
Most of all there’s the poetry Of oil that fuels hummers And the poetry of hummers That bring families together On the road to grandma’s house Where the wolf in sheep’s clothing Has even become poetic
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Pronoun Usage
I am not we
In the pressure cooker
Losing the eyes
Reading flickers
Losing the feet
Greetings slide
Why is the eye
Wide open to
Community more
Than one eye
We shape the eye
Of the storm
Disposable Poem May 24, 2010]
Dr. Mike
Poetry
Poetry has been exalted
Made to appear the apogee of all
Blockbusters are called poetic
There’s poetry in log cabins
The poetry of a homerun
Or a bone-grinding tackle
Even the poetry of war
Having already reduced everything
To a rhyming jingle
Advertising can join in
With the poetry of laxatives
That melt in your mouth
Those white tornados
In the tidy bowl
It’s time for banks to capitalize
On the poetry of foreclosure
Since poetry is only a few letters
Away from poverty
There’s the poetry of longing
For a Palestinian homeland
On an Israeli settlement
There’s the poetry of religion
That identifies the infidels
And champions crusades
To colonize the heathens
There’s the poetry of nature
Under the volcano
That brings down the airplanes
Most of all there’s the poetry
Of oil that fuels hummers
And the poetry of hummers
That bring families together
On the road to grandma’s house
Where the wolf in sheep’s clothing
Has even become poetic
[Disposable Poem May 26, 2010]
Dr. Mike
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