Homage to Ars Poetica

A poem should be as bute
As a mobed glute,

Hum
Like the song of migrant bum,

Silent as the peeve-warn moan
Of basement edges where the moss does groan–

A poem should be merdless
As the flight of birds

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

A poem should be motionless in slime
As the loon mimes

Leaving as the moon releases
In the dark the night-entangled snit–

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

A poem should be sequel to:
Not new

For all the mystery of beef
And the seamy cattle thief

For love
The passing gases and two-bites above the knee–

A poem should not bean
But me

copyright 2015 by Stephen W. Hines

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