The thirteenth of the month
decreed by milo and the world at large
to be poetry-free
shall forever remain sacrosanct
in memory
It was the sainted day
upon which quills were set aside
and eiderdowns, fluffed to perfection,
became the feathers of choice
and dreams, those intangible beasts
of hated abstraction
and courted surrealist being
spread silent wings across
the unshattered crystal Saturday
decreed by milo and the world at large
to be poetry-free
shall forever remain sacrosanct
in memory
It was the sainted day
upon which quills were set aside
and eiderdowns, fluffed to perfection,
became the feathers of choice
and dreams, those intangible beasts
of hated abstraction
and courted surrealist being
spread silent wings across
the unshattered crystal Saturday
It could be worse