| Jack Hoot Stull USA The Poetry of Madmen Perhaps some poetry should not be read, or written The kind of poetry that I will not underline The kind of poetry that has no intention Just the vague summation of all things This is the best poetry It is a queer laughing As though existence were a joke When I read it, butterflies flap inside my throat And people look at me as though they know something And a thousand voices appear and then smear together Into the whitewashed brightness of insanity Which I have only glanced at from across a valley Standing on top Of the strange architecture Of the poetry of madmen © Copyright, 06/12/99, Jack Hoot Stull. Long Beach any-man walks by scribbles on the world with his pregnant gaze he could be a poet too he could be a poet too by the sea everything is sea colored his balloon head turns and nods in remembrance of what the sea felt like the pattern of no pattern of a stormy surface nothing weighs more than poetry his pebble eyes said nothing other than nothing weighs more than poetry © Copyright, 06/12/99,
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