A poem a day… or a season.
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off I know that is poetry.
Poets are shameless with their experiences: they exploit them.
‘Therefore’ is a word the poet must not know.
Here is something as if “my head were taken off.” Working and “exploiting” Jazz is a wonderful way of feeling good about life. “Therefore” poems really capture feelings of being alive. Or as my sister “shamelessly” said once, “Is-ing.” That is what poetry captures.
Here is my little project.
Whiskey: the black kitty girl.
Nacho Man: The orange cat.
Mikey: The kitty of the garden.
Bees: On Football bush. (HUM HUM HUM)
The back garden: From the Cornell’s address.
Raven was heard too.
And the rest of my poem speaks for
The day or a season.