( Poetry ) Is bad for ( your ) health,

Reading

Bukowski's take  on love

                       made me sad

      and Cohen's the flame - on burnt

out love, expounded the same

and the genius wordsmith that is Heaney,

man, that book was nearly in the f*****g

bin,

and even Yung Pueblo failed in

                                        positivity

and self love 

            the cafe  was  tainted, stained, only the dregs 

of cold coffee 

remained, and my morning ritual my daily 

joy,

a poem a day

Is a fortnight un read / undead

                                      and overdue

and that dreich, bleak b*****d, Hughes,

seems to fit the mood,

      drowning in sylvia's 

                            blues

                hispid

                   skin

                 punctures ( terse )

                 poetry

 bubbles  

leak ( melancholic seeks, seeps

                             dry,

           c'est fini, adieu,

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

very Beat-ish....in delivery and theme.
Poetry is not for the weak hearted.
We have such a hard time writing happy...
Sadness is the poetry gift we will find in our WC stocking this Christmas and every Christmas.
j.

[gram linski]

ney, j. how are you keeping, aye we do seem to be a dreich bleak bunch, lol, thanks as always for your continued support of my mad rambles, much appreciated