Sunday, 12 September 2010

A Mazer Grace: new poem by Ben Mazer

An Eyewear tradition continues.  Yet again - a new Sunday poem by Ben Mazer.  Enjoy.


I think therefore I thank
your think tank.
You drink and when you drank
you drank your own think tank.
These think tanks gush like oil.
This think tank is a patsy.
Watch how this oil will boil.
This think tank's artsy fatsy.
This think tank's unresponsive.
The pose it strikes is pensive.
But no one is at home.
Just Oz in a perfect dome.
No one cares about poetry.
This is joking territory.
This is market testing.
Not love nor beauty questing.
Not beauty everlasting.

poem by Ben Mazer
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