its 2009 

there are no more meat poets

unless you have lived or died

in a certain age

you do not exist

as a meat poet…

like the beats   

the originals  are older now

alive & kicking

dead alive/dead  or have died 

or now live

and write as they did

before

and they, unlike the pretenders

feel no need to say

“i am meat poet!”  or  “i am beat poet!”

they just are

and were

the originals …  

no matter what 

creative shadowy 

 buzzwords   are chosen  or  

how many times

one mentions their

demons or what’s  “dripping from their tallons”

a phrase here

a word there

borrowed or

blatantly ripped off

written without

the respect of quotation marks

or italics

or just plain stolen

will never qualify you as “meat poet”

unless you truly were

there will always

be someone remembering

the real thing in the night

someone will always 

be around to watch the players

and the obsessed wannabes

remembering exact phrases

catching the similarities

they try to attempt

with clever disguise….

there are no meat poets

in 2009

the new writer poets

filled with their angst

and remorse

need to find

a new definition

that fits  their own

often worthy works…

but meat in 2009

does not exist….

there are no

meat poets

here

in 2009

no matter what color

of angst is flashing

no matter what flavor

of bile sits in their mouths

demons?

no. 

no meat here