Monday, September 11, 2017

Poem 193: Maestro

I heard someone say of the Maestro
that he was 'absurdly grandiose'

grandiose perhaps
   excitable certainly
a trait one has noticed
in the Latin American intelligensia
generally

but who knows
he could just be on drugs, and if so
more power to him:
at his time of life what's he got
to be prudent about?

But 'absurdly' must redound
   on the critic's own head
his own pristinely
super-cooled
fucking head









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