To a Young Poet
consider the thinly veiled
travelogue composed in vers
libre to show that charlie
poet’s got good taste see how
he sputters up tree-lined champs-
élysées making bone-dry
observations about art
at the louvre a quaint café
almost lost among the crude
american chains couples
strolling past plump plum pigeons
& statues in jardin des
tuileries as well as
a history of the park
plus commentary on games
of boules until it sounds a
bit like a clickbait guide sans
pharmaceutical ads then
slipping in a metaphor
as if an overturned vat
of lard he calls the arc de
triomphe a stale half-eaten
baguette subsequently he’s
praised for his biting wit I’m
sorry dear franz but you must
think about these things before
you can commit to the cause