fallen January 20, 2016
you complain of being uninspired.
have you gone blind
or merely put on the critic’s glasses?
a poet is always inspired. the poet’s eyes
see the sound of the garbage pail
and a poet’s ears hear the smell of snow.
the critic sees trash and feels cold.
the poet’s tongue tastes the texture
of a cat hissing and her skin
feels the odor of ripening peaches.
the critic tastes sour green fruit
and feels bloody claw tracks.
the poet’s nose smells the trembling earth
and her balance is thrown off by the shape of a drop
the poor critic smells tears and falls on his face.