Portait of the Artist as a Producer of Trash

So much for Saturday's poetry, eh?
Teen-aged angst and club-foot rhymes,
Precious professors padding their vitae
With stylish non sequiturs, grist for
Their grads. I'll be out on the porch.
I'll be writing myself, and, at some
Point, somebody will pull up my
Screen, and say, “So much for
Saturday's poetry. Jesus; this isn't
What I want to read.”



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-08-28 at 14:08

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