Poems are bullshit unless they are / Teeth or trees or lemons piled / on a step.
… Fuck poems / And they are useful, would they shoot / come at you, love what you are …— Amiri Baraka
Everything is plundered, betrayed, sold,Death’s great black wing scraped the air,Misery gnaws to the bone.Why then do we not despair? — Anna Akhmatova
Fuck poems
In extremis
Poems are bullshit unless they are / Teeth or trees or lemons piled / on a step.
… Fuck poems / And they are useful, would they shoot / come at you, love what you are …— Amiri Baraka
Poems are bullshit unless they are / Teeth or trees or lemons piled / on a step.
… Fuck poems / And they are useful, would they shoot / come at you, love what you are …— Amiri Baraka