POETRY IS ON THE EDGE

Poetry is on the edge
Life and death
Hate and war
Finding out your mother's a whore

The new alphabets
and the new poets
The cerebralists and fabulist
Don’t go and blow it!

New modernity hear the wake up call
May the scream inspire
Reason and rhyme
Let's enjoy and have a ball

Cross the line
Stand up and be counted
Problems behind, all are surmounted
Let hearts beat
true to your schools
Aim high, shoot low
Be nobody's fools

Immortalists
Unplugged and un-decreed
Lend me your ear
The egalitarian way
The direction is clear
Follow me
and have no fear

Poetry is on the edge
Too late to shed those tears
Hold your head up
Follow no-one
And deal with all the fears

Poetry is on the edge
Or so this poem goes
And remember what Bobby said
“You don’t need a weather man
to know which way the wind blows”