than a poem?
Are poems without redress?
Are poems without redress?
I must confess,
I wish I’d forego ‘em.
They’re preposterous-
I wish I’d forego ‘em.
They’re preposterous-
ly less
than useful when I’m far from home.
“Without redress”
than useful when I’m far from home.
“Without redress”
is what I call the inces-
sant clamour of their flow-
ing rhymes—"preposterous"
sant clamour of their flow-
ing rhymes—"preposterous"
the callus
on the heart that's grown
so hard—too late to redress
on the heart that's grown
so hard—too late to redress
such an ugly mess.
I guess I’m on my own,
because my poems are preposterous
and without redress.
I guess I’m on my own,
because my poems are preposterous
and without redress.
