Some poetry looks at its feet
As it shuffles along the path
Not taken by long lines of poets
Who won’t stand in line, nor
Acknowledge the Dean, nor
Her minions, who crown one
King of the Poem, one
Queen of the Poem, one
Prince of the Poem, one
Earl of Errant Madness, one
Duke of Ditz, one
Princess of Palaver, one
Lady of the Lake, one
Knight of the Cruel Headache, one
Pope of Greenwich Connecticut, one the next Bob Dylan…
– Dave Read