by Lou Gallo
There’s always some great old poem,
Decades, maybe centuries old,
That you’ve missed, poems loaded
With thee’s and thou’s and shepherds
And bonnie lasses;
And poems being written right now
That you miss because
There’s only so much time and energy
(Blake: genius is energy;
Krishnamurti: time is sorrow).
And then there are poems
To be written in the future
By mad geniuses who will die young
Probably by their own hands,
Poems you can’t even imagine,
Poems that might have saved you−
And these , these you love best,
Those you will never read.
LOU GALLO's work has appeared in Fiction Fix, Glimmer Train, Hollins Critic, Rattle, Southern Quarterly, Litro, New Orleans Review, Xavier Review, Glass: A Journal of Poetry, Missouri Review, Mississippi Review, Texas Review, Baltimore Review, Pennsylvania Literary Journal, The Ledge, storySouth, Houston Literary Review, Tampa Review, Raving Dove, The Journal (Ohio), Greensboro Review,and many others. Chapbooks include THE TRUTH CHANGES and THE ABOMINATION OF FASCINATION. I am founding editor of the now defunct journals, THE BARATARIA REVIEW and BOOKS: A NEW ORLEANS REVIEW. He teaches at Radford University in Radford, Virginia.
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