Fine Gastronomy

As long as these hungers do count
Such desultory claptrap––
I don't cook it up regardless
I do cook it up because.

A poet's urges aren't wordy ones
They are first of all worldly ones.
The world, heavy with creature
Is just enough motive for a poet.

A little less poetry
A little more pandering:
As a trade for the man poet himself
Poor poetry can take it.

May 22, 2008