Thursday, July 07, 2005

Kike

Kike

If you wrote a poem called “Kike”,
I’d slit your throat with razor words
and leave you bleeding like a no-neck
poet on Boulevard d’Ezra Pound.

2 comments:

Crispus Litvak said...

This came from nowhere, in response to nothing at all -- a chip off old anger/anguish.

Christopher T. George said...

Hi Chuck

An interesting comment on yourself and on old Ezra. As you say, razor sharp. Enjoyed.

Chris