Monday, January 30, 2012

Really Shitty Poetry

how difficult it is to write something elegant and brief
the whiff of a Billy Collins poem fills your nostrils
the stench you struggled for hours to get out of your head

shit leaves you shaking your head in disbelief
drowns even the clamor of your own thoughts
a tableau of trash lying about in jute bags

and an orange evening sky in a Collins poem
makes up the backdrop of many Bollywood romantic moments
hey, fuck Collins, and fuck you! how's your mother?

-- Angela Genusa

Shit Native New Yorkers Say
Jaipur losing its soul?
Poet is inspired when startled

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