Monday, 28 January 2013

A Short Poem

A poet should not smoke:
his tongue his prized organ.
Neither should a poet drink;
maybe brandy, burgundy - absinthe.
But a poet should whet his tongue
on words, fire up his fibres
on the flint of poesy,
drink to outdrinking eternity
and stealing the morning paper
from Death's lawn.

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