Bullshit Bongos and Blasphemy

by

Doug Larson

The poet’s craft is whimsy
as philosophy it’s flimsy
theology oncology
he slyly crafts his blasphemy
to tempt your mind to alchemy
turn your lead to silver
or your silver into gold
or your golden path to rocks and dirt
expose your past to truth and hurt
or keep your young
from growing old
prevent your bread
from growing mold
to lure you in cerebral folds
trails that are unexplored
and suddenly you’re enamoured
with things you haven’t seen before
your eyes were pointed at the floor
and now they’re focused on the sky
where northern lights your soul descry
you find yourself now asking why
you never saw its light before
and wondering why you see it now
and then you hear
the bongo beat
a steady drum
to tap your feet
so sudden your creative thought
you write before you think a lot
and maybe it just stinks a lot
you hesitate or maybe not
but now it doesn’t matter if you show it or you blow it
you’ve had a metamorphosis and now you are
a poet

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