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