When The Wings Are Spread Like Mustard
Is Haiku passe?
There are those who say it is
But still we persist
"Nonsense", we tell them
Poetry shall never die
(some hope otherwise)
"The facts are quite clear:
Some words can do loop-de-loops
If you're really drunk"
Nouns and adjectives
Verbs, adverbs, prepositions
Ad infinitum
Are there better things?
Physical pleasures can wane
This is forever
Adrenaline boils
In the cauldrons of poets
With old thesauri
Lexicons move me
Passion, ardor, calenture
Talk to me, baby
Contributors: | Nym, Karin, N, Kansas Sam, loaf, F, quasi, Irene Adler. |
Poem finished: | 12th November 2003 by Anon.. |