PERMANENT DESIRE

News of a permanent desire
That burns your heart
It will consume it fervently until it turns into ashes\but that’s a long time away yet
In the meantime there is a breather
Among the bombing raids and the smoke
And I write this words

OLD POETS

Poets and antipoets
Declare yourself dead
Nothing is new anymore
Nothing is original

All words have been said before
All metaphors have been used
There is nothing fresh in this poem
Nothing that wasn’t here before

Take a gun and blow your brains
Its been done before

Disappear into the night
Been done before

Jump from a six story high
Done before

Gone into politics to save the world
Done before I say!!

Poets, oh poets
Give us some new something alight
Some new verses that drive the audience mad
Until this occur
I will close the door of this bordello
This whorehouse remains shut!!