GENUINE
“Oh this isn’t a copy, this is it.” The Freshman (1990) (dir: Andrew Bergman)
could it be
a hypocrisy
to think
of this poem
as “genuine”
whatever
that means
written
in free verse
stolen from others
needing to
be “liberated” absolute
prerequisite?
and so
the question arises
raising its hideous
beautiful head
what to do
with the rules?
with Robert’s net
we have removed
trying to
define
our own trajectory
less travelled path
keeping it
rich
right words in right places
worthy of keeping
in the Louvre
behind glass
genuine,
unless
there is a copy
we know nothing about
poems 2 die for 