Autopsy Of A Poet

[RevRainbow]

Autopsy of a Poet

Bullets didn’t ricochet off

the real Superman:

how could they at

point blank range!

Toe-tapping tadpoles

embarked in a row

on fallen decayed tree limb

listen to iambic pentameter:

da-dum, da-dum, da-dum.

Is what I write what I mean?

Analyze me, my poem-words?

Moreover, most

too intellectual (right side)

miss the subtlety

of heart-words (left side)

-or is it the other

way around?-

not from the cheat-book.

Do I rely, yes,

on the dictionary for spell-check;

I, who thought Thesaurus

was a Jurassic mammal;

scurry to the Ninth Collegiate

for definition, or

use same for replacement

of the common word;

write for the asses;

not the masses

for whom synonym

is tasty on French toast?

Symbolic;

Symbiotic;

Psychotic?

Write what I feel-think;

not to impress;

digress;

oppress;

repress;

depress, but

express-emote

emotion;

notion;

motion,

line breaks,

da-dum, da-dum, da-dum.

Superman is dead;

tadpoles into frogs become,

croaking analysis,

small hearts,

small brains;

legs to be eaten;

expanded air-puffed throats.

Ribbit, ribbit;

ribbit.

Catch a fly on your tongue;

gunshot wound to the head-

life is short

no matter how long you live.

Cause of death: Frustration

(didn’t take Advanced English Composition),

and therefore did succumb,

his words much too oblique

for him to self-critique.

Da-dum, da-dum, da-dum.

Edited October 28, 2007 by RevRainbow

[Call me Flower]

Interesting.

[SilverRose]

I like!!!

[Qryos]

~ I love it! That's great! Thank you

[RevRainbow]

and I wasn't stoned when I wrote it! Thank you all.