in poetry…(and exile)

5 Jan

everything works and goes, unless your last name is Shakespeare–then, you have a burden to carry.
and so it’s safe to skip iambic pentameter or any other type of meter,
assonance, rhyme, denotation, connotation, simile, all that.
it’s safe to paint the page with bitterness and screams instead of love.
it ain’t all roses and perfume.
i never liked Shakespeare but…it’s all fair in writing and war.
to de-construct is just as relevant.
(but only if you know foundations to begin with)
Shakespeare would abide.

(in exile)
i have no country to represent me.
i live by the chains of special permission: papers to be filled out, fingerprints, green cards, passports,
forms, proof of the negative, proof of the positive, documents, swiped cards…
instead of having a country, i have an anti-country.
i have no allegiance to a land or government.
i have no love for institution.
i scream, therefore i exist.

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2 Responses to “in poetry…(and exile)”

  1. momentofchoice 05/01/2009 at 10:40 AM #

    borders have such meaningless meaning.
    and i’ll tell my friend she can call herself a poet.

  2. (S)wine 05/01/2009 at 10:49 AM #

    imaginary fences.
    and good. you should.

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