Monday, January 16, 2017

Robert Verdon, #419, waste of time

writing poetry is as worthwhile as
screwing barnacles onto the bottoms
of wooden ships, or the taking on
the plumbing of clouds

no one respects you
least of all other poets

whether you meet at the latest
absurd literary-twittery do
or in the queue at Centrelink
but it does give you furiously
to think


  1. Ha! See you down at Centrelink, I think... :)

  2. I can imagine an anthology of these, starting with Rae Jones' 70s poem
    The Poets
    which in its brilliant way
    said it all

    working on something similar myself in fat right now!


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