One Shot: In-offens-of poetry

i do not write poems

because i can not stand poets,
too many of them arrogant, act like
they know something & are
the only one aware of it, as if
poetry were some exclusive club
only for the well educated---

let me put you on notice, my
favorite pieces were written in
ignorance as pure art, raw &
intense, lacking polish, but a fist
punch to the solar plexus reflex-tion
of awe-areness---

you don't like the form,
i could care-less---

"well, calling him a poet would
be a stretch," what?! shut your
mouth before flies fly in &
barn storm your bullshit---

you been published? golf clap
for the foolish, blind, in the light
of your pride-fullness, want respect
come down off your pedestal & earn it, \
stop strutting the yard, comb erect,
like the head cock---

yo DJ, play that back-words

see, poetry is the breath breathed,
drop bled, or spoken by the broken,
pen in hand, laid open heart for the
masses, so Mr or Mrs 'Divine Gift'
to poetry, like Mr. T, "I pity the fool"
Pharisee can't clean her own cup, but
those that dare set themselves on fire,
unnoticed & don't care---

I salute you,
as we stand at the Coliseum gates
let us wet the sand boldly
before the lions mouth
of the established institution

it's your voice,
now use it.

It is that time once again, where poets from around the world converge in a banquet of verse and eat until nothing else will fit in their mouths, One Shot Wednesday. Any one can write poetry, and anyone can join us. It opens at 5 pm EST today.

I am posting way early as this will be my last post for a couple days. Wednesday morning I will be traveling to Baltimore to hang out with the guys from U2 at Ravens Stadium. Figure this will be a great time to catch my breath and refocus. See you on the flip side.