A poem is a bad joke

A poem is a bad joke.
It’s all the effort of thoughtful writing,
Without the pay off.

A poem is a lazy novel.
It’s dumbed down and trivial,
Beneath the art of literature.

A poem needs melody.
Songwriters are like poets,
Except they have an audience.

A poem needs visuals.
People process with their eyes,
Really a painting is better.

Poetry is dead.
It was a form that lasted for a while,
Then vanished.


Unfunny, uneducated, deaf, and blind.
Still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

A joke is her when she makes you laugh.
A novel is her full body of work.
A dance is her arms and legs moving.
A painting is her when she’s real quiet.

She dies every Friday and Saturday night.
But on Sunday, reborn! Cause I write her new life.
She dies on the sidewalk, she dies on the stage
But alive once again between the lines of this page.

She cannot stay dead, it’s not in her thick blood,
She much prefers life, than to lie in the mud.
I’ve held her in arms as she gave her last breath,
Resurrect her did I, saved her from death.

A poem, like a phoenix, is never quite dead.
A poem’s when the heart, sings to the head.
A poem, like a phoenix, is never quite dead.
A poem’s when the heart, sings to the head.

-TS

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