A DAMN
always
in a rush to
publish
sometimes I leave typos
all over the page
sometimea my
typos
themselves
have typos
sometimes I wonder
when I write
where the Hell
is the poetry
where
is that thing
the poem
not in the world
and apparently
not
on the page
maybe
I should go look
for it
maybe we
should all go
look for it
try to figure out
what the Hell
has happened to it
go
find Dante
he
being the
expert in
such matters
hear it
from hia own mouth
hear it from
all those
voices
the blessed
and the damned
how
small poetry has got
allowed
itself
to get
barred from Heaven
closed off
from Hell
lost
all its real estate
kicked
off its land
nothing big left
to talk about
nobody listening
no
imagination
inspiration
so just shovel that shit put
it
out there
have to
put it there regardless
put it out there
fast and
furious
wrap, drench
the world in it
before it dies
entirely
no time
to worry about
this and that
the dream
of certainty
delusions
of perfection
the time
for care
and concern
has all but
vanished
is long-
time gone
no worry about typos
lack of rhyth, rhyme
missed meaning
what
does not
scan
no one
gives a fig
no one gives a damn
poems 2 die for 