WCW Redux
So here I am
again,
Dr. Bill
singing
your praises
like you sang about
asphodel,
that
greeny flower,
or red wheelbarrows,
Breughel's
peasants,
refrigerated
plums.
You kept your day job
but
still had time to
change
the poetry world
and turned the heads of
malleable
young students
like
me.
You invented
the
variable foot,
that
elusive animal
that trips
down
the page
like
a mountain goat
or drips down it
like
the cascading
Paterson
Falls.
I don't know if
I have
it right,
but
maybe there's no
right or wrong to it.
So
here's to you,
who taught me I could
have a life and still
bother
the world
with poetry.
2 comments:
This is just to say--Well done! WCW is a good muse anytime. I've even painted and sold paintings inspired by his works.
P.S. I've eaten all the plums.
Were they delicious? Thanks for reading!
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