BEHIND YOUR BACK
According to the Chomsky
model of language acquisition
poetry is universal
written into our heads
we do not
learn it
from scratch
in fact
spend our early years
simply unlearning it
(the parts
that do not fit
that do not rhyme in Rap)
so, to
put it in
basic terms
we are all poets
yes, part of
the current economic,
social and political systems
but also
part surreal,
with our split brains
and who knows
what other opposites,
oppositions, quirks, quantum
superpositions. contra-
dictions
and dualities
and thus the rush
the impulse (like first sex)
to put
pen to
paper
hit that
keypad
see what comes
flashing
on the screen, staring back
at you
from the page
the poem itself
(albeit in its
as yet
unrevised
version)
instant poem
just add salt, sugar, spices,
condiments, distilled
whisky or water
wormwood to
kill any
pretentions
to taste
so much easier than
writing fiction – – worlds
apart really
and
heart and soul of the thing
(if you would trust me
and allow
me
here to reveal it)
in bad, bad times,
times of tyranny,
unashamed dystopia
poetry is
pretty much
our last resort
thing you can write
hands tied behind your back.