I've been a member of this group for awhile, but never got around to posting until today. Hope you guys can give me some helpful criticism (and possibly a title idea?) This is a pretty rough copy, wrote it in about 10 minutes.
poetry smells like
age-old graffiti on a
chicago train heading
forth, back, forth, back
to pick up passengers
who openly gawk at the
blueredyellowred words
some wandering ghetto child
wrote in defiance.
both have the stench of
misunderstood brilliance.
the same sophisticated passengers
who insist those scribbled city scenes
lack the artistic ability
of say, picasso, perhaps
also poke fun at unrhymed words
and insist that isn’t quite poetry.
__________________ I fear I'm the only one who thinks this way.
