"The Critic"
Shannon Anderson
The Critic
It’s been a lifetime since I’ve written a line,
since I have made love
in the strictest sense of the word.
For you, it has been long enough
and it’s autumn, so to speak,
and you tell me that I would be better off pitching my shit to the least inspired philosophers of the century
that I cannot figure out the balance of my poetry
that it is merely a pile of muck stirred up by chance
Think how silly it was for me to pretend that I could change the world.
You could laugh yourself to death, likening me to Ginsberg.
Saying that you would prefer obscurity to lyricism,
pushing me further, harder, not to bring me down
but to raise me up
Until another lifetime has passed.
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