poetry

English

noldebold

I’ve had many tastes

to be sure

for this a waste

unholy

suffered pointed disgrace

of any mount, an elephant

meanings dissembled in eight

pockets

pick each

play at art

full of snatch

you’ll get warm

And parse words in entertaining

company

poets are a bellicose fraternity

always crossing words

but we get a chance

to breach their Maltese

walls and flaming founts of rhetoric

and pitch

learning English conversation by conversation

colloquially

and picking it apart like

grit from a bowl of lard

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