Poet Laureate Poem by Sidi Mahtrow

Poet Laureate



On reading Candy Elvis' critique of a laureate's book

Candy Elvis
(Not the Presley one)
Writes poems of time and bliss
She sees no need to atone.

Taking an author by the ears
And addressing her concern
Which well might bring to the eyes, some tears
For she teaches, what all should learn.

For she is not forgiving
When she discovers that there is no sense
To spend time in reading
A poem, or book for which coins have been misspent.

So cast out the author
And go to sleep
The writing is perhaps for another
But surely not bo-peep.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Poet Laureate
Being pre-menopausal
last night

when I woke up

at three-twenty-four

and picked his book

off the floor

moaned and groaned

and gnashed my teeth

and bit my lip

and said, good grief

are we suppose

to read this junk


Have you ever

heard the word

brief or fun

or light or airy

And laid the book
back on the floor

and shut the light

and said, no more
I'd rather be asleep

Candy Elvis
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