Dandruff Sequel – Head Job

Dandruff is – see how I tousle? –
Dead matter shed from a head.
And so is poem. See?
To have live stuff coming off it, first
Bump your poll against some wall
To get it bleeding.
Isn’t this also considered a poet’s job?

Led away beyond the pale of their lives
Readers are easily diverted, but
Blood – even read blood –
Helps regain lost attention.
Some may say this is
Because of its lively taste
They misjudge.

Real life, provided it smack of anything
Sure enough tastes of tedium.
Then again, it is true that more
Than flakes, reliable gore
Enlivens a bore.

November 3, 2009 [Sequel to: Ceteri egoque, 10]