Nosebleeds in a Coffeehouse Might Help

Nosebleeds in a Coffeehouse Might Help

“I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked”

Howlers annoy.  The “poets” speak their lines

In limping prose and then expect the rest

Of us to call it verse.  There should be fines

For this. I close the book, reject the jest,

Wish punches.  Actually these worst don’t know,

Not “poets” or their editors.  They just

Push on, gush on, crippled excuses, dough

Instead of croissants.  Souls that should combust

Are published since their editors are

Friends.  Meeting in their local Starbucks they

Praise ignorance.  Their dribbling is bizarre.

They listen to each other’s gelded bray.

  Their prejudices limit what they do.

    If only they would stick to caffeine brew.

~ Phillip Whidden

by phillipw | Dec 20, 2024 | Uncategorized | 0 comments