- New Years Eve, 2017 -
Poetry’s an art that doesn’t pay well -
a truth that’s long been known and long been said.
Verse is inexpensive - just a ladle
to stir the pot of words that you’ve been fed
will suffice, beyond the ink and parchment
to make it visual and give you cred.
Then it’s up to you to bring enlargement
to sketchy scenes that float around your head.
Now and then a reader seeking quarrels
will ask me if I like or if I dread -
in accordance with poetic morals -
that unpoetic job to which I’m wed.
But this is what I do to earn my laurels,
and that is what I do to earn my bread!
And Dragons in the Crease was written between October 2016 and October 2025.