This poem is to appease the critic, to sail across the his arcane waters as his lyrical neurosis fills my sails with his narcissistic jabbering.
Given a choice, I’d rather tether this vessel to the dock of candor and simplicity than to continue this voyage of stanzas
for the supposed erudite Captain and scholar. I stage my mutiny knowing many obsequious pupils of his teachings wait ashore, decrying the rebellion.
Perhaps the nadir will come when I dash into the nearby meadow, seeing the once beautiful clear and vibrant words, now trampled because of a Captain’s pride, a scholar’s ego.
This poem is to appease the critic,
to sail across the his arcane waters
as his lyrical neurosis fills my sails
with his narcissistic jabbering.
Given a choice,
I’d rather tether this vessel
to the dock of candor and simplicity
than to continue this voyage of stanzas
for the supposed erudite Captain and scholar.
I stage my mutiny
knowing many obsequious pupils of his teachings
wait ashore, decrying the rebellion.
Perhaps the nadir will come
when I dash into the nearby meadow,
seeing the once beautiful clear and vibrant words,
now trampled because of a Captain’s pride, a scholar’s ego.