Reading poetry
There is something that happens
when reading poetry
where the mind switches
the language shifts
and all that wasn't becomes a poem.
The Times now has a cadence
and that spider
which I might have thought frightful
now becomes an aerial acrobat
set upon a backdrop of orange, pink, and purple.
The sunset is a painting
with an arachnoid interpretive dance
and prose prances across the page
all because I read Bukowski.
when reading poetry
where the mind switches
the language shifts
and all that wasn't becomes a poem.
The Times now has a cadence
and that spider
which I might have thought frightful
now becomes an aerial acrobat
set upon a backdrop of orange, pink, and purple.
The sunset is a painting
with an arachnoid interpretive dance
and prose prances across the page
all because I read Bukowski.