La Rev

Poets can’t even call
themselves poets anymore.
There always has to be something else,
some other business.

Lines can’t be straight anymore,
they must succumb to curve
like the snake’s back,
bending repeatedly
from one dune of
desert to another.

There is no almost straight.  

Almost straight is the
embankment, marking
the cliff, over which
our poems run,
tumbling drunk
with the final drops of faith



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