The Critic

If you read with a critical eye

A literary equation

Then you miss the words on the page

That don’t fit

Your notions

Of what good poetry is


If you hear

With a critical ear

Your needle skips the tune

The meaning

Of this person’s record



If you close your heart

To the emotional lexicon

Of arterial verse

Pumping raw feelings


Language lost in the tide



Words left on a page

Like unwanted blood stains

On a clean white shirt

Tainted laundry


If you judge with a preconceived mind

The one behind the mask

Is never revealed

An enigma


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