burn your poetry
bury it
stash it away in a dusty nook
in torn cardboard covers
do whatever you want with it
but don't sell it
exhibit it
but, stay the owner
starve, eat paper
write on light
eat air
starved,
still, kill
barbed, wiring
firing squad
don't sell it
exhibit it
but, stay the owner
honour and
the shame and
the fame, all of it like
pulleyed weights
don't sell your poetry
grey matter prostitution
do whatever you want with it
but don't sell it
exhibit it
but, stay the owner
read them aloud to someone
wait till
someone sells some
in return.
don't sell it
hold it close against your chest,
your pulsating lungs
so hard it hurts
like knives against fresh flesh
cellulose mesh
this life of paper
and The Green linen paper
comic caper
don't sell it
exhibit it
but, stay the owner
your poetry (your lifeblood)
savour it
don't sell it
exhibit it
but, stay the owner
don't.
YOU ARE READING
Revèuse
Poetry"Everyday we prepare a face, to face the faces we must face." TS Eliot this book will never end, it's a way for me to keep pieces of me safe.
