GENERATIONS Copyright (C) 1997 by Not Nice Music
II. A COLLECTION OF OBSCURITY by Edwin M. Drogin

68. Half-assed Poet Tells All

When a sentence is chopped in half
Do you take the bleeding end and laugh?
Do you say fool! He thinks I can leap off the jagged edge
and follow nimbly to the dot
That says what it says not.

I will tell you.
	The poet had no end with words.
		Fill in with sounds.
			Poetry abounds with sounds.
Half said thoughts...indigested epigrams.
Into a mind that guiltily crams
all thought and breathes it out as twisted
gems. In catalogues of listed
nonsense.

He hoped to cheat death with his half finished sign.
Banked on curiosity...a fool unknowing that all he knew
He got from death...or you.