Delicate Poets Poem by Michael Pruchnicki
Delicate Poets
There they sit
each one hunched before the screen
egged on by notions of poetic glory
as they mimic
Shelley -
'O I suffer! O I die! O I swoon! '
Overwrought and distraugbt
they suffer and die and swoon
by the score!
Get a grip, you neurotic poets,
one and all!
Thursday, June 26, 2008
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