Poetics of a Non-Poet
Words like
I love you
Between this page and the somewhere
part of whatever
biological whatever
excretes hauntings spiritual
a miscarriage arrives turning
worlds schizoid
into mutated
mutilated
cringing lines of ink
which exist apart
sad
in their failure.
A poet is one
mute
unable to repeat the chorus of
dissonance
and
harmony
he hears
with
ears
more
susceptable proportionate to their longing.
A poet is one
in egocentricity who would speak of things he cannot
(understand?)
explain
by drawing pictures
with babbling-
brooks
clothes-
pins
and numerous by
products of existence un-
profound.
A poet is one
claiming poets should have: ability
to disembowel the neural system of feeling,
to explain by the melody of sound
things
which dictate over
my understanding
even.
Units ago as I reckon time
I ceased to bow spritually
determined that if I could not understand
god
i did not know him and
would not talk about what
I did not know, and
there is a rank of strength
this living
existing
speaking
only where you
know.
But I am not a strong
man.
I would speak
---of love---
Shout!
of things to me
(god only knows)
more obscure than he.
A poet is one
who would say all that I have said to say that
which is unspoken;
A poet is one saving
revelation
till the end,
then ends where he began.
Things like
I love you.
—Jim Lyle