Thursday, August 8, 2013

Burn This Poem

Burn this poem after you've read it.
Smudge your head space and forget it.
Sage away the stink of rage from the page.
Art will infect you . . . if you let it.

18 comments:

Kerry O'Connor said...

Oh, yes, it surely will, and there is no cure.

grapeling said...

typhoid mamazen - a carrier and victim - :)

Susan said...

Haha...I wish some poems had efficacy! I always keep a smudge stick around the house along with fresh sage in the yard, but I have never used them on poems--only people and space. I think I should make mine stronger now that you have warned everyone,and beware when I read yours.

sylvia kirkwood said...

Oh, yes indeed!!! And, yep, no cure!! Love it!!

Sam Edge said...

This poem rocks - love the smudge with the ashes!!!

Lolamouse said...

I'm already infected...and I love it!

Laurie Kolp said...

Burn ban alert...

Brian Miller said...

love that last line...
art will indeed
if you let it....

Margaret said...

Art should cause an emotion, a reaction. As should poetry.

And yours always does!

Fireblossom said...

I think the poems burn me.

G-Man said...

The poem's not infectious...
But You Are!!
(Not in a STD way)

Other Mary said...

I am sooo infected - but what a way to go!

Lorraine said...

I take photos so my rage doesn't implode and take my cats with me

Sioux said...

"Steal This Book" was WAY before your time, but your title reminded me of it.

Good art IS infectious...Thankfully, your poems create small--but deep--scabs, and when we pick at them, it's a delicious sensation...

Vanessa V Kilmer said...

The smoke is twirling around my head.

hedgewitch said...

It ought to b burned, it's on fire.

kaykuala said...

It's hot MZ! It'll be good to be having some kind of protection! Nicely!

Hank

Lyn said...

Been infected all my life...take away that antidote!! Ars longa...