To simplicity

To try too, too hard
to be avant-garde is to write 
in cipher. Gnawing nuances
like dry bones for hungry
intellects. And that last 
dash, pause, hesitation -
profundity in horizontals

Let us bury the dead poets
that deadened words 
Pounding the Beat
orchestral as a triangle 
Sitwell and Stein
senseless sentences
proclaimed as if a holy one
had had a hand in heaven

or conjured weird word pasta
to suck on and let slither
like soft worms down 
gullible guts. Let there be
a slow feast though
with minstrel play on meanings
tinkering tunes for moods 
as a Thomas, and a Hughes
or Eliot's holy communion
in an uber rational age

But when the heavy rainy days
are upon us, how heartening
to shelter in simplicity. 
To open page upon page of poets
speaking with the clarity of Clare
too numerous to name, even today.

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