Poetics (1998)

To the school of poets

who failed to pay attention.

My wishes of transcending I will try to mention.

To assault on words with devotion and pride

To arrange thine words with violence to hide

To build a foundation of things unsure

To mold a foundation that may endure

To rhyme a reason

for what is needed

To find cohesion where others retreated

To the school of poets,

the one's who went adrift, with your incompletion of an idle gift.

To the love expressed

alone in a chair

To the sentiment digressed

in lines so fair

To beauty lost

for abstractions gain

To fury's cost

pure as flame

To the school of poets,

of seed unborn, you are your predecessors evening storm.

To a gift of meaning through pale imitations

To an ego's leaning on adorations

To the fading graces as sun to dew

To the school of faces I never knew