Ugly Poets Society Poem by Chris Courtney Martin

Ugly Poets Society



I write these words with blunt force
With which to bludgeon the skulls
Of those who would lose my point
In the florid rhythms that coddle.

I speak them into existence
The way they are felt--

In short bursts
Between forgotten breaths
With the urgency that bars me
From summoning my own death

Beauty is counterfeit to souls
Who have slogged through the marshes
I've called home.

My thoughts instead
Scurry across the pristine walls of the Academy
A dark insect, not quite a roach
Yet too close for comfort.

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