Ezra Pond

it’s never the right time for poetry
there’s always a shopping list or tsunami
someone calling about physics and
using words like tangentially

and where is your pencil
when the moment is right?

it’s treachery
the muse in the next room
bitter with grudge
she’s having over friends
and doesn’t want to speak to you
something about impacted couplets
and rancorous odes
and that thing from ‘96
that happened in Nevada
involving Ezra Pound and the
IBM Selectric

you want to apologise
but now she’s going out
with an unpublished novelist
and his wooden leg


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