Curse of Verse
By: Charles Giuliano - Feb 05, 2022
Curse of Verse
Are you like me
Averse to verse
A broad and stupid
Thing to think
Yet alone express
Particularly for
A gentleman of the press
Denizen of the Fourth Estate
Seated at Versailles
Not to say all poesie
In broadest terms
Of course not
That would be idiotic
Demotic prentiality
Pray tell I am
No such fool
Not more ignorant
Than the masses
Perhaps a whisker
Smarter than the
Average bloke
Which doesn’t say much
About America
Such a joke
When at least a third
Are utter idiots
Bill postulated that
Perhaps among
Anti-vaxers
Proud Boys and
Even Republicans
Some such cretins
Might even be
Decent folks
Which strongly
I do indeed doubt
Curse them all
Mississippi goddam
As to glut of poetry
We agreed that
Most is utter dreck
Torrent of words
Feverishly ejaculated
Pounding poetic
Seed spilled
On fallow ground
By that we mean
Poetry poetry
Writing that
Strives to be poetic
Pretty words
Crazy quilts
Ersatz art
Form over substance
The beauty of nature
Smiles of a summer day
Wind in the willows
Soft gentle breeze
Pigeons in the park
Swans on ponds
Gazelle in purple panties
Greeting card crud
Left over romanticism
When sentiment
Tanked verse
Then Pound
The ultimate enigma
Changing everything
Making Yeats
Possible
Yet they were fascists
As was Leni Rifensthal
Making movies for the Reich
Reviled masterpieces of art
Great art with bad politics
So we are averse to verse
Even the good work tainted
Or even worse
Like every dog
The only stuff I
Really like is
My own stench
At least it doesn’t
Reek of poetry