Quote:
Originally posted by Carol Taylor:
An empty room, sterile, bare,
concrete floor, a lumpy cot,
bare bulb, a table, chamber pot--
Bad poets, you may wind up there!
The single window has iron bars;
no mail from home, no visitors,
just a Big Chief tablet, anthology,
Roget's Thesaurus, and the OED.
The only way to be set free
is writing better poetry.
CT
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Does writing better poetry
really set the poet free?
I fear it merely adds a lock
to chains that bind him round the clock
and make him more a slave to his
unwieldy bride who promises
to keep him well supplied with rhyme
so he can re-create the crime
that landed him in jail to start:
blood in the pen, but not the heart.