Counterfeit Poetry

there’s a quiet battle raging
about what is poetry
and what is not no one
wants to say what it is
they say nobody reads it anymore
because nobody
writes it correctly
poetry died sometime
in high school or
maybe high school killed it
so what we have now is prose
a.k.a counterfeit poetry
as ferlinghetti calls it
w/o punctuation and clever
line breaks

spaces

different forms

that

alienate

the reader who
is now
not reading poetry
cause nobody really
gives a shit
except you
and maybe
me

Together

 

the bamboo flute like a
tai chi breeze drifts through spring grass
softly we make love