November 06, 2008

The Night Poet

wielding metaphors
screaming adjectives
squawking stanzas
hacking off rhymes
mauling syntax
ripping open my skull
there are no words
in there.

—Patricia Callan

Posted by dwaber at 01:00 PM

November 05, 2008


There is a party on the block.
Everyone I know is there.
In the shadows I watch and glare
at the whole poetic flock
who won't deign to even mock
my crafty lines, my stellar poems.
(I've been barred from better homes.)
I shout my name, protest and knock.

—Patricia Callan

Posted by dwaber at 12:33 PM