short poems rule...


I prefer the luminous instant

to the dim postcard of a Modernism Survey Course


or hear the sharp spheres echoing in the inner ear

than endure the dull blear of a pompous drone

spilling in long form

a theory of life not his own


keep it bwief

(you might as well give Elmer Fudd a Nobel)

take your shit and get off the pot already

your prize poems are toilet paper


short poems hold aspects of the total process

(and shame on me for not saying all this


in a short poem...)



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