Many
people have held out hope that it would never happen again. Yet here it
is: I’ve written another poem. Yes, I do
know I’m not a poet. Real poets? They feel compelled to write poetry. Me? I
write poetry more out of…rebellion.
Real poets write poetry from the heart. I think mine is more from the liver.
Maybe pancreas.
As if it’s
not enough that I’ve ignored the pleas of those who’ve read my poetry before,
this particular poem must be read in the voice of a well-schooled Shakespearean
actor. Those who are weak of constitution or who are…you
know…English-literature-literate, should read with caution. And also with my
apologies.
