Treasure Island

Cretan Maineiac

(April 29,1961 / Lewiston, ME USA)

Know Holds Bard


To fix a headlock on a
metaphor, or
clamp a full nelson on a

simile, body slam a weak
double-entendre &
choke the life out of a

forced rhyme. To get a toe hold on a
trochee, apply an
armlock that brings a

cliche to its knees, dropp an elbow on
trite alliteration, or
execute a powerbomb as easily as

coining a phrase. To lay the smackdown on
doggerel, and fling a
timeworn platitude from the ring, bridge

out of a writer's
block, pin
down

that cringing flowery sentiment &
celebrate that
seamless rhyme as the

referee slaps the
mat with that triplet coda &
calls for the bell

fresh and sharp as a sapling sprouting new
looming over your flattened foe
as the oak stands awesome and true.

Poetry and wrestling, each an art
not easily mastered,
like shaping a schooner from fresh-cut wood
or a god from alabaster.

Submitted: Saturday, September 15, 2007
Edited: Saturday, April 09, 2011

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