Arsenic Lobster poetry journal
Issue Twenty-one
Winter 2009
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Ars Poetica
Michael Homolka

No first-degree murderer. Not literally. But crude.
You use fucking from your chair, correcting students away
         from making love.

Too much setup and not enough kill, and not enough killing
         of darlings. Part

with the things you thought you loved. And never leave
anyone un-indicted - not the you, not the I. Never
         leave the I un-indicted.


         Of the love poem, of its quiet
rooms too quiet and resignation too resigned, you suggest
a serial killer enter the picture.

                           We seem to agree.
Though the I of the poem does not agree.

         Write away
from your subject. Write away from what you thought you wanted
to write. You have decided what the poem is about too early.

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