Another Karen Chamisso poem On Poets They try to make it hard, the poets With their initiating ha ha ha And the laws concerning the breath/wind In and of words, subtracting snorts and swallows The whole mucousy richness As the silverware clinks tink tink tink tink On expensive plates That one would like to break Or Hurl They try to make it hard the poets but still I decided to be one – since The gate door is unlocked – and it was always only meant For you The joke prosody plays on the tongue goes: knock knock? Who’s there? And the answer, child, is iamb.
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