Poetry is the art
of gleaning stillness from movement
of giving still-life motion.
Poets are photographers
in developing verses versus film
they give the inanimate emotion.
Poetry is the art
of saying more with less
of leaving some things .
Poets are people
the bored security guard reading East of Eden;
the housewife, downing her daily fingers of scotch,
who no longer tends her garden.
Poetry is the art
of platonic love and zealous lust
of coveting your neighbor’s wife.
Poets are children
coloring outside a|| the lines
in the |>rocess creating nu 1’s
Poetry is the art
of seineg tnighs difretfnly
presenting that view on the stage.
Of course poetry is heretic
it’s fueled by demon twins,
Inspiration and Loneliness.
Of course poetry is hectic
when scribbled on torn, damp napkins,
or emblazoned across rusting railway cars.
Poets are performers
prophets and sinners, prosecutors, prisoners,
plumbers proles prostitupriestsprotestors – phantoms;
because poetry is indiscriminate
Poetry is the art.