Cathedral & canon

about whatever the f**k you want.

Cathedral & canon

 

The government could tax the words we write

The cardinal Syntax.

The eulogy of the world; we write.

 

The cogitation that leads to the words on this sheet

The unholy and candid surprise of this ever-growing heat; we write

 

An author might light a fuse two or three pages early.

The fuse may not exist at all

 

The elves have died, and Santa is alone

; join him, my friend in clause and in prose.

 

Trees and doors

Ores and floors

Dripstone and rainfall

Ouroboros and smog

We write to relieve like removing a spleen

Our only line of defence.

 

We write, we write, we write.

 

“we’re Free!” says the Jester

The first artist of all:

A fitting title

For the one only we, truly recall.

Author's Note

honesty.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Poets without borders. We extend beyond what we are and know. It happens with writers. there is some story needing to be told and it decides to use us to write it.

So maybe we are a joke or the king's jester...or just the secretary writing down the minutes of the meeting.
Whatever the case...this poem is really good look at we poets are, or think we are.
j.

[mattavelli]

Hello, Kyan! :)
I enjoyed it, lots of feeling. I want it to be about lunch, and soon. Haha
Thanks for sharing.