A Poem for Poetry Magazine

If understanding is what you want
go elsewhere.
You won’t find it here in this mess
of gobbledygook I’m about to spit out
using barely comprehensive
combinatorial phrases
because all I’m going to do is talk
out loud and type, and say things
that no one ever speaks or thinks
in real life, which is what you’re wasting
by reading one more line.
So how about oncogenesis?
Heard of it? Me neither, but it’s in there—
in the red dictionary on the shelf
on page 866, and if that doesn’t
impress you, then what if I told you
it meant the induction or formation
of tumors?  An appropriate word
for the subject matter, don’t you think?
So do you trust me or will you Google
that strange word
like you must surely Google every other
word that appears in the pages
of the world’s most prestigious poetry
rag that for some reason has actual
human beings who subscribe and try
every six months to get their own
drivel printed below the pretty cover
where the sheets are piss covered
narcissistic day dreams of postmodernism
which hurt hurt hurt to read
and if ever there lived a reader who
clawed their way from cover to cover,
they deserve no better word than masochistic
and maybe a round of applause.
Of course a few poets must be excluded
from this category of symbiotic opportunism
(you know who you are),
but we might find out in the next fifty years
that their whole process of publication
was some kind of hebetated
performance art meant to prove how
people will do and say and buy anything
if it makes them feel like they know
something you don’t.

DeMaris Gaunt

Published by demarisgaunt

I currently live in Greenwood, Indiana. I love to listen to music, books on CD, podcasts or NPR as I work in my studio.  My favorite artists are Andrew Wyeth and Edward Hopper. I love poetry, but only the good stuff that isn’t so abstract I can’t understand it. Abstraction better lends itself to visual art, I think. Stephen Dunn is my favorite poet. He’s said just about anything that can be said about the inner workings of the heart and mind. My favorite novel is Atonement by Ian McEwan. My all time favorite band is The Cure. I love science, and anything that relates to how the mind works. I don’t believe in the supernatural. If I could meet anyone in the world, it would be Richard Dawkins or Steven Pinker. If you don’t buy my art or read my poetry, buy one of their books. It will enrich if not change your life.  My favorite things to do are hiking, kayaking and camping. My favorite food is so common, I’ll keep you in suspense (It starts with a P). I prefer chocolate to vanilla. Green is my favorite color. I have an aversion to planning or scheduling of any kind, and I live for spontaneous adventures! Telephone conversations make me anxious, and I avoid them at almost all cost. I had a happy childhood. I’m having a pretty fantastic adulthood. I have every intention of seeing my 100th birthday, after which I will happily relinquish my guts to the future of medicine. Cheers! ~DeMaris

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