Three paths to unbesmirchment

I. Folksy
The gales of folksong waft under
                           guise
(of the hapless mendicant)

Appending ways of the just
                      past

Onto a consul of unjust
                 pastiches.

II. Ballsy
Mouth is shorn of the pretty
                      past

Participles participating in petty
                             poesy.

Guts need revision,
          Truth

Be told.

III. Consistency
When you rack your brains, the glue
                               unglistens

And congeals atoms of tentative vigor
                                attempting

To be held together and stitched
                        anew.

This entry was posted in Poetry.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s