Discourses In Poetics

An intentionally overblown exchange between master and pupil is the setting for this minor poem.

Discourses In Poetics

How does one become
A poet? the Master asked.

By ignoring the stream’s babbling
And the willow’s mumbles?
The Acolyte replied

Answered the Master (a stream)
By paying no attention to
The wind’s folly

But the newly minted poet
Was already chasing the moon
Across a drunken horizon

Shall the poet speak
Of suffering
Asked the Acolyte

To the Master at
His opium pipe

How do I capture the poem?asked the Acolyte

Like packing the bag

of an unwelcome guest
The Master rejoined

But I’m not going anywhere
Said the Acolyte

The Master frowned

What is the purpose of the Poet?
Asked the Acolyte

I am attempting to access
Your bank account
Said the Master.




About Zombie Logic

I am an Outsider Poet and the Publisher of Zombie Logic Press.
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