Poetry (again)

I figure that some poems are just too damned long.

I have fallen asleep at some readings only to awaken

With the mild and courteous sound of a clap or two

At the end. Too many obtuse images to absorb, like

Being in a berry patch trying to figure out which is

The best berry to pick if you could only choose one.

How many people do you know that this has hap-

pened to? Probably none, because they have never

Been heard from again. Anyway, I figure brevity and

A quick image punch are the keys to good poetry. Take

that one berry idea…taste it, go ahead, don’t be shy,

press it between the teeth, savor the juicy sweet.

Close your eyes in heavenly delight. Okay, wake up.

That’s enough free-loading. Time to go back to work.

Can’t get these damned berries picked daydreaming

About some tooty-fruity poetry.

Chris Hanch  9-27-15