Prophet of Poignant Prose

first poem

in an age

I lost my notebook

 

the words cried

as my rhythms failed

I became a prophet of poignant prose

writing book reviews

and complaints aimed at government ears

 

now I’m slumming

in another notebook

committing adultery on textured paper

lined to the max, margin to margin

poem to poem

pah!

 

Copyright March 2020