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With a love a madness for Shelley
Chatterton   Rimbaud
and the needy-yap of my youth
     has gone from ear to ear:
       I HATE OLD POETMEN!
Especially old poetmen who retract
who consult other old poetmen
who speak their youth in whispers,
saying:--I did those then
      but that was then
      that was then--
O I would quiet old men
say to them:--I am your friend
           what you once were, thru me
           you'll be again--
Then at night in the confidence of their homes
rip out their apology-tongues
         and steal their poems.

Added: 9 Jan 2002 | Last Read: 8 Sep 2008 4:25 AM | Viewed: 5410 times

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