I'm still refusing to talk politics. . .
though, I'm weakening, I'll admit.
But I thought this little thought on
the politics of poetry would be okay:
Oh how I like a poem that goes
from a here to some kind of there.
Yet, surely not one of those that flows
all over the god-awful everywhere.
But a poem caught in the throes
of an intentional, abysmal nowhere,
I cannot abide, right down to my toes,
since it is neither here… nor there.