Tuesday, June 25, 2024

the new yorker poetry

what's the point
of a poem
if no one knows what the hell
you're talking
about?
a puzzle of old words
strewn about
on paper.
dramatic prose
with
mythological references.
ancient history
revisited.
Harvard grad
the bio says, but i have
no clue
what any of it means.
so who cares?

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