The Nor
th American
Poet tell of tal
es Of love, swo
oning for it
Of sadness
Despairing t
imes and tempests Of
nature, & our betrayal of her
Of God Of Allah Of Buddha Of Christ
Of Source. Poets write of hope while
Neferosity of change reigns. Death Fa
cinates these poets. And life is a muse. The North
They shall wear Guess jeans and a polo American Poet
Or a yellow sundress, maybe red- too Or
perhaps a bathrobe while sitting over
their wooden writing desk comfort
able- and drinking aromatic coffee
They are naked and bear their ug
ly bodies to the world- Hon
est and hiding nothing In Go
odwill shoes preferably a size
too big for room to grow They Tells tales to
hold nothing back. The North A
merican Poet is a hungry creatu
re Voracious for a crumb of stal Dance
e sourdough and a beer or whi
sky sour or a glass of cab- or t
wo if he drums out a good pa To.
ge. He anticip ates good sex
and love and Death. Tomor
row brings D islike of hand
lings of Gulf Coast oil spi
lls “Obama Obama brin
g Our Bro thers a ca
ke and S isters too”
Spill fro m their L
ips. -They must be
hungry to o- Poets f
uck like the y write -Wi
th their hea rt and thro
ugh their hea d -Love that
way too, but Only die wh
en they put do wn the ball
point or quill tip (only use
d by the quee rs) And unpl
ug their lapt ops connect
ing all with their words.
And truth fl ows freely fo
r them and with th
em
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