Rock Star Poetry
He fends off the paparazzi,
signs autographs on
chapbooks, waves to
the crowd of cheering
admirers, begging
him to recite a few cantos.
Sunglasses, slick suit,
Queen of England nodding
in approval, clapping. The
premier of his new poem
attracted more than the
Presidential Inauguration,
the Super Bowl, and your
average WNBA crowd.
Combined.
Sauntering up to the podium,
he removes his shades, sliding
them into his jacket pocket.
Viewers in the front row
swoon and need to be
removed on stretchers by
paramedics.
He pulls a folded
piece of legal paper from his
back pocket, the paper crinkling,
the crowd roaring. A quick
wave of his hand -
silence.
As he reads, the
crowd is so lost in
the experience, giving
themselves to poetry,
that they don't realize
he's plagiarized T. S. Eliot.
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