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[ NaPo 2017 ] Poetry is not
the grand piano in a crate
custom built to accommodate
its awkward insect shape on stilted legs
nor is it music eminating from within
as a starving mouse hurries, scurries
right to left to right across keys
in search of a single crumb of cheese
that may have fallen out of a great
composer's mustache
Poetry is when underneath that piano
being hoisted up to a penthouse suite
with ropes handled by a deliveryman
who just polished off a bag of Cheetos
walks a lover of the Ragtime classics
gaily humming, stepping lively over
sidewalk cracks ( so as not to break
his poor mother's back )
oblivious to what happens next
custom built to accommodate
its awkward insect shape on stilted legs
nor is it music eminating from within
as a starving mouse hurries, scurries
right to left to right across keys
in search of a single crumb of cheese
that may have fallen out of a great
composer's mustache
Poetry is when underneath that piano
being hoisted up to a penthouse suite
with ropes handled by a deliveryman
who just polished off a bag of Cheetos
walks a lover of the Ragtime classics
gaily humming, stepping lively over
sidewalk cracks ( so as not to break
his poor mother's back )
oblivious to what happens next
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