By The Guppy kingsaladmonkey@hotmail.com
Date: 14 July 1999

manifest density

so, you've got a solid take
because you embrace william blake
or t.s. elliot, or the mighty f. scott
thinking they had something you ain't got
and you offer some applause
to those who've put reasons into cause
and separate them
from your mortal men
ahem...i think not
so, you slack back reading dante
as you down tequilla and picante
and quote them with your fine girl
at your fav restaurante
you might wallow in what wordsworth said
but, if it doesn't apply the words are dead
you might romanticize over keats or yeats
blame them for the stains on your sheets
or credit them, as credit is due
discard the most, confine the few
and ezra pound and robert frost 
played the sound and paid the cost
whitman and cummings
just whistled tunes they were humming
and put down words that made it last
for minorities who's type was cast
in time, and practice
perfection never reached
poe had his presence when darkness was divine
and madness never ceased
such is now
and such was genius on his part
strategic marketing in his art
dostoyevski, one with kilgore trout
just spoke some words then spit them out
in prose
suppose for one minute you were them
combined, inflamed, and firm grip on the pen
you could supply words to encourage the few
or you could live your life simply thinking it's you
that cares, that knows, that has feelings that sing
whether it be "leaves of grass" or "my favorite things"
you know you have loves
you know you have fears
speak them out clearly so the world can hear
speak them out softly, or loudly at times
doesn't matter if it sounds good
doesn't matter if it rhymes
doesn't matter if it fits in with what other people think
you can only say what you see, and think what you think
and love is of the person
of the person you are
if you never see yourself
you'll never get far