Poetry For Everyday People
Poetry Killers
There are mad people
out there who feel
they can and should
explain poetry,
they are very confident,
self absorbed, judging,
very scary when strangers
read your work then explain
it to you?
ten people reading
the same poem will give
you ten completely different
takes on it, that's beautiful,
that's poetry at it's best,
I wouldn't mind if they
got it right, or even close,
the problem is it's always
over their heads, beyond
there studies, their comfort
zone of literary formulas,
the word smoke can mean
a million colors falling
like rain on a lonely poets
black umbrella, now we have
a canvas protecting thoughts,
I wanna smell the flower,
plant the flower, water
the flower, I don't wanna
an explanation of why the
flower or how the flower,
have they not ever heard
Billie Holiday?
"Don't Explain"
poetry's as free
as Rock n' Roll, revolt,
not contained whispers,
or formulated prisons,
don't explain, I'm trying
to save my heart, fix my
broken, climb out for air,
they see words formed, I
see a painting crying, laughing,
words melting what's heavy
on the heart into some kind
of chance, healing, cure,
momentary peace,
leave your education
at poetry's door, there
is no room in here for
anything other than
a human response.
out there who feel
they can and should
explain poetry,
they are very confident,
self absorbed, judging,
very scary when strangers
read your work then explain
it to you?
ten people reading
the same poem will give
you ten completely different
takes on it, that's beautiful,
that's poetry at it's best,
I wouldn't mind if they
got it right, or even close,
the problem is it's always
over their heads, beyond
there studies, their comfort
zone of literary formulas,
the word smoke can mean
a million colors falling
like rain on a lonely poets
black umbrella, now we have
a canvas protecting thoughts,
I wanna smell the flower,
plant the flower, water
the flower, I don't wanna
an explanation of why the
flower or how the flower,
have they not ever heard
Billie Holiday?
"Don't Explain"
poetry's as free
as Rock n' Roll, revolt,
not contained whispers,
or formulated prisons,
don't explain, I'm trying
to save my heart, fix my
broken, climb out for air,
they see words formed, I
see a painting crying, laughing,
words melting what's heavy
on the heart into some kind
of chance, healing, cure,
momentary peace,
leave your education
at poetry's door, there
is no room in here for
anything other than
a human response.
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Poetry Killers
Poetry Killers
