Apostrophe

Apostrophe

What’s Wrong With Poetry?

You have a charming smile, for a piano…

“transposed upon a violin” argued Ciardi

in his Translator’s Note to The Inferno

…Or, and here I double down,

a Cheshire chainsaw…

Could it be only a disguise?

After all, like elementary particles, you know hep cats

like us exist only as potential states

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Van Gogh tried first to write

how he felt about his art

before the words coagulated

into mad greedy-colored brushstrokes

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Even Vermeers

though there are theories

(and good ones have been engineered)

among graven images remain

Something a mystery

…

in truth

(rampant in unintended consequences)

a simple web of lies

most likely would have been sufficient;

ruby at her demiurgic

Navel,

her oscillating hips

she hulas like a daddy long-legs

in anticipation of a fly.

And sometimes tempts my muse.

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…Or…toothy z-z-zipper…