Tonight's Poet Corner: The Dud
The Dud by Belinda Roddie look at the wiseguy self-aggrandizing emcee billowing smoke, but there's no flame heat, but there ain't a star illuminating he signals a chorus of approval that's as stale as breath in a tin can I hold my ear to it, and I sure as hell don't hear the ocean just steel static, cold as jarred laughter