True Friend/ Indran Amirthanayagam

You are an agent provocateur,

a brat on the wrestling mat

who wants me to react, to fall

in your trap, to rhyme in time,

to give up all pretence of writing

modern poetry, to turn instead

to ancient rhythms of lyres

strumming and licks of fire

from the angry mouth

through which Hades roars.

You damn post-socratic,

fiend of language, cur

of the neo baroque,

what happened to simple

affirmation, to saying,

good job, Man,

welcome to my language,

write and fornicate

and make new

American Hispanics?

What happened

to those halcyon days

when we drank green tea

and rode to Saltillo

planning to seize

the Academy? Why give

me reason constantly

to write poetry useful

only to critics of the school

of friendships among poets?

Indran Amirthanayagam, c) July 31, 2018

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