Heresy

An act of poetic heresy.

Who cares about Frost, Eliot, or Pound?
Why not Sid Vicious, Kid Rock, or Eminem?
Are poems supposed to be weighty and meaningful to be beautiful?
Why can't they just please the masses?
And who really cares about Frost, Eliot, or Pound?

I doubt that Mark, Tom, and Travis
will win high praise from poets--
fart jokes and adolescent antics aren't that poetic;
but they'll always mean more to me
Than Frost, Eliot, or Pound.

I don't want to hear
a poem about the woods or any trees
or any rot about subway faces
or the sanctity of quiet places
and I don't want to hear
anything by Frost, Eliot, or Pound.