The Discriminated Poet.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

she will mistake
art as a form of disorder
it is not unlikely
since fails
in the Rorschach test
where butterflies leave
from the frame of a page
and goes somewhere else
and there will be more
stories of its adventures
no longer
warranted by the inkblots
of her mind

she will degrade you
into a candidate for an
electric cure
some capsules for medications
so recommendations
to another doctor


you are not a poet
but a madman eating words
drinking ink
barking like a dog
at the wrong tree
of this world

you keep you wisdom
shut your mouth
leave the place
and grow your flowers
somewhere else.