Dogs 2006

WE, THE POETS
(12/8/06)


we are
a sad lot

we type
and key
continually
carefully around
the meat
of matters
both minimal
and maximal
in import

a multitude
of monkeys
menacing
our respective
machines
to create
some sort of
tenuously connected
masterpiece
of banality

we hide
the truth
in rhythm
rhyme
and metaphor
seemingly reluctant
to simply say the words
which would best
express
our meanings

we find flowery
and obscure manners
to harmlessly describe
the plain realities
of sex
race
politics
religion
and nationality

sometimes
a profanity
is just
a profanity
and not some
horrible misprision
of expression
worthy of exile
banishment
or confinement

there are times
honestly
when we simply
want to humiliate
mutilate
murder
anger
fuck
or forget
as is
our nature

these
are thoughts
that have traveled through
our mundane minds
since the beginning
and are not
newly created
unthinkable
inhuman horrors
but if
we say them
or write them down
we are deemed
insensitive and uncaring
and not considered
for the truth
which we
document

they had better
be grateful
that we only
write and speak
and do not
act upon
these vile visions
over which
we have little
volition or
control

we like
to play
with the word
but at times
it is best
just to write
everything down
and to
forget
all
the bullshit