THE POET ?

some ask me what's a poet ?

i will tell you what i think

its a skater making curlicues

on once unblemished rinks

or a sky of scattered lightning

like some scribbles scrawled by gods

who roll the dice

with words they splice

and calculate the odds

but as for my own poetry ?

i'll tell you what i think

an octopus most paranoid

just could not waste more ink