Sunday, September 2, 2018

Sound Reason


Poetry cannot
Preach and Listen 
simultaneously make or destroy
sense nor sense-ability.

Rock music and video games 
are responsible for all evils
not to mention
Others who don't do things
like we do.

Literature no longer poses a threat.
People don't read. 
People can spell but are inept
grammaticians. 

A poem can 
fair enough
hear and here itself becomes an echo,
like music, to sing along, to say,
open to all, an invitation
to taste.

The poet breaks line 
and all paper currency
down
so the pocket sings
wildly.

Relax, nobody is listening.




Due to the limitations of early cameras, this is the only known image of American orator Robert G. Ingersoll before an audience. Taken May, 1894 [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

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