Edgar Guest

Edgar Guest

A Poem by Wilyem Clark

If I were as prolific
As Edgar Guest,
I might not be able
To do my best;
I might provoke ire
In Dorothy Parker,
As well as draw fire
From quarters still darker:
Such howlers as Ginsberg
Or Bukowski's barflies,
Downmarket ollaves
And piss-in-a-jar guys
Who won't brook no smug
Norman Rockwell snottage
Or the slick preciousness
Of a Kinkade cottage.
I'd betray the forefronters
Of honest words
If I gave into peddling
Sententious turds
For the glory of selling,
Or equally rotten,
For shooting-star fame,
After which one's forgotten.

© 2021 Wilyem Clark


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Wilyem Clark
Wilyem Clark

Washington, DC



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I've been writing poems since my teens (now in my 60s) and prose since the 1990s. It's been hard finding decent forums online--the free websites too often suffer sudden deaths. My "published" works ar.. more..

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