Weak Banalities In An Eidetic Guise

Three good pieces of verse a day – it would be so
easy to assume a ‘contemporaries’ technique
that confuses poetry with trite and pithy clichés,
to spew forth a legion of utter tripe and fill a page.

‘Goodness comes to
they who stand and wait
and keep their feet
of firmness placed.’

Of some sadly I say that is as close as they ever
come to poesy – the plagiarised brevity of weak
banalities in an eidetic guise of shrewdly
borrowed though ersatz wit surmised.

‘Where would we truly
be without the light
of reason? Come now,
in the dark still – surely!’

In wider use than you’d like to comprehend dear
associates is token misquotes attributed to past poets
shamed by the rickety and shoddy contributions
ostensibly made in their once good names.

‘Amongst name droppers, Ginsberg was the man,
and if he wasn’t then he should have been.
Corso would have said it first, and if he didn’t
he’d have gotten around to it, eventually.’

Know what I mean?
© 10 March 2007, I.D. Carswell