— what nemesis said —

give me a break
choose another word
I don’t want to be an accessory
to more bad poetry
I’m tired and over worked
and I’m staying with a friend who
likes her temple quiet

this poem doesn’t need me, anyway
give Stetson a call and
write a poem about the lone prairie
or ashram and pen a piece
about the miserable first world

me and poetry are quitsville
I walked away in the 70s
poetry got syllabic meter and the Rococo condo in Montreal
I kept the Volkswagen and the timeshare near Marathon
our lawyers cashed in and
now we look in the obituaries
for each other’s name

so bugger off but
heed this warning, baby
more poets die of hubris
than the clap


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