A poem is spontaneous combustion
of a man set on fire from the inside
Truth is the fuel and words its flame.
It is a rising on the ring of fire
gushing out in lava to the world
demanding a reaction:
move out of the way
or let it burn a hole in you.
True poetry will not be ignored
It is the perfume of life
extracted from the skunk of babble;
or diamonds from crushed carbon
deep underground on the moons of Jupiter
Every common thing consists of carbon
But then so do diamonds. . . and poetry.
JLH 2007
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The Skunk of Babble
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