the monkey & the eaters of weak poetry

they are hungry
for cliches & weak meter
these eight-legged beasts
skittering behind us
patient, deft as spiders
waiting & salivating
for crumpled paper wadded
in the recycle bin, siphoning blood
from every tap
of backspace & delete keys
& longing for larger meat sleeping
within the trashcans
of laptops & PCs

but who writes?
it is a poet
an idiot savant who dreams images
or a monkey, picking alphabets
at random

to pop
like fleas from his fur
shitting on the keyboard

& calling it
with authority

the elegance
of the unexpected


***as an excuse for my poor behavior –I direct you here: to the comments

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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22 Responses to the monkey & the eaters of weak poetry

  1. George Ellington says:

    No excuses necessary. This was fantastic in and of itself.

    • Thanks, George. I was issued a challenge that I just could not refuse 😉

      Glad you enjoyed! You definitely should read those comments, and of course the post, it is hysterically funny!

  2. Trent Lewin says:

    Now that is sheer genius. Especially the fleas on the keyboard. I will now have that thought in my brain every time I go to type something. Fantastic Susan – a challenge well answered!

  3. newsrealpoetry says:

    Brilliant! And I’ve just read the interview and am chuckling like a madwoman.

  4. ruleofstupid says:

    Great poem – challenge or no… love the turn of meaning in ‘tap’. You are very ace 🙂

  5. Green Speck says:

    This was awesome !!!

  6. Rhonda says:

    HA! He’s a complete nut case and he’s brilliant. And your challenge response? PERFECT! ROFL

  7. Bruce Ruston says:

    Great poems and some great images and my smiles hasn’t worn off from reading Mr Trents interview yet

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