"Poets Are Something"

"Poets Are Something"
"Poets Are Something"

“Poets are something”
I so often say on reading


Yes I recognise myself in the poets
I recognise myself in their writing


I add my best to the Yahoo folder labelled
@b o other’s p (so unlike a writer’s discretion that
mail server with its forced character limitation)


There is something about the way we dance


with words it’s always an unworldly choreography
but with that, it sings the world



Like nothing else it sings the world


You can feel how the idea is plucked, blindly, from
a store no-one really knew about


Maybe something that sat at the edge of a desert for a century
upwards and bled
(yes I like that predictable trope)
into quite a number of passageways


apart


We are like conduits for the universe


And I don’t say God (he is holy)


No claims on pure truth here but perhaps
spokesmen for what is human


Someone with enough humanity could follow
as with braille the way you - or I - yes we


nipped and tucked that idea until it looked like an entire jersey
and warmly (?) delivered some home truth
But also, could act as stuffing for an old mattress


Or even decorate a landfill

"Poets Are Something"
"Poets Are Something"
"Poets Are Something"