I want poems with teeth.
I want poems that snarl at the stranger outside.
I want poems so daring that Evel Kneivel can't read them.
I want poems that take me on an off road ride across the Sarengeti.
I want poems that aren't afraid to cry.
I want poems that aren't afraid to be rugged.
I want you, unedited, unabridged, untampered,
Just the way you are.
organic poetry, what a thought. Seems these days we are all pushed towards perfection by correction. But correction by who! Keep on looking and writing Jeff.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I almost never edit my own works. I like to view them as snippets of me at the time I wrote them, and except for punctuation corrections, they almost always stand as originally penned in the moment.