Flowers for Poets Who Can't Take a Compliment
poetry is often compared to flowers
and not always complimentarily
even those who do it best
confess they don't like it
but they still don't deny themselves
the right to write it
personally, I'll read anything that lights up
for the length of a carnival ride
where the vulgar and sublime spin
in oversized tea cups
the result is a philosophical dizziness,
sometimes with a line or two
to mark the occasion
don't lie to me
you, too have tried it
behind the barn, in a mask, on a grade school lawn
in e-mails, fe-mails, post-it-note love notes,
buckets of laughter
or
ideally, in a heap of flowers
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