THE POET POEMS
by Pasha Malla

“Beat Poets”

Here’s an idea:
let's get some folks
together and go
beat up some poets.

It'll be easy. You can find poets
playing bongos under every tree
in every park in every city in every corner
of the world. A

scooby-dooby doo-wop.
A wop
bam
boom.

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“Millionaire Poets”

I went to this party
with all the millionaire poets
in town.
It was on a yacht.

They were all dressed
in designer berets and their
bongos were made from the hides
of endangered species like

door-to-door insurance salesmen
and talk show hosts. But oh
for the sound
of a bongo made from Donahue.

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“Language Poets”

Sometimes a poet
will make a poem with no meaning,
that is connected by sound only, experiment,
or bongo-rhythm.

Sometimes I will go out on my balcony
and throw food onto the street below:
tomatoes, cartons of milk, leftover stew.
And what collects down there, splattered on the pavement,

I tell my rooommate is dinner. After all,
pros/thesis -theword- bo(log)na,
caDAVEred, b-n--th,
…(+++)#(+++)...

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Pasha Malla is sorry for whatever it is that you think he's done.

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