The poems of thought,
The thoughts of poems—
No one counts on
One much for both.
You’ll need a fool
To try to break
Truth from that art,
Grace from those rules.
You’ll need a stack
Of grifts to braid
A con so long
It sticks that mark—
God’s luck at Dice,
A Way with Truth,
Thing that can’t be—
A great poem’s proof.
Sunday, May 23, 2021
A Joke of Two Trades
