El Blurbo

These poems I’ve begotten
in my mind’s own Fallopians
are as silk is to cotton
or as hope to utopians.

Of Fantin-Latour
they’re the verbal equivalents,
both bright and obscure
with a tender ambivalence.

O they’re full fathom deep.
They whisper and clatter.
They make a great leap.
They shine and they matter.

Edgy and clever,
formal and right.
None could dissever
their wings from their flight.

Here verb meets noun
with galvanic force.
Not likely you’ll come down
with buyer’s remorse.

HONEST BLURBS

1.

I hope you don't think that it's weird,
but since no one else volunteered,
.... I'll do my own blurbing:
.... "However disturbing,
this book's not as bad as I feared."

2.

Of all the books you could peruse,
filled up with facts you can use,
.... this, when you're done,
.... will leave you with none,
but also with nothing to lose.

3.

This book that you hold is my first,
and thus, I'm afraid, it is cursed.
.... Whatever I do,
.... one blurb must be true:
'This volume so far is his worst.'



PS--
cross-posted with Kate, who actually wrote a real good one! I especially like the first two stanzas, though the whole thing ain't shabby.



[This message has been edited by Roger Slater (edited May 31, 2006).]

Yeah, Kate, what's up with writing something good?!?! And I bet it's even better than I think, cause I don't understand the second stanza.


Bugsy

Book buyers, before you adjourn
consider this, "A Spleeny Luther'n."
The poems are bad, but you will learn
how to write stuff that people spurn;
if its ideas cause concern,
on cold nights it's a thing to burn.

Robert Meyer


[This message has been edited by Robert Meyer (edited May 31, 2006).]