10/12/14 by Zvi Baranoff
for the poets still here, the poets no longer here & the poet in each of us
poetry as a political act
poetry as a contact sport
as an act of love
as an exertion of self
as a denial of reality
as an expression of reality
and other realities & possibilities
poetry as revolution & counter-revolution
answering to no one
conforming to no one
street poets
bar poets too poor to buy their own drinks
unpublished or self-publishing poets
taking on the universe
one word, one beat, one syllable at a time
vibrating forever, timeless, boundless
trackless tracks in the sand
