Poem on a First Pacific Corporation Return Envelope

I've always, or should say once

believed all poetry should be written on

beautifully prepard paper with

Special inks from Special pens

but that just goes to show

how unrealistically I view life.

Poetry, you see, I once believed was

meant to be embellished and garnered

to almost, unmistakenly, be taken out

of context. It wasn't so much the

words as the way they were

written.

It had to rhyme with orange.

It had to be accompanied

by large script style lettering,

it had to be bound by leather

flecked w/ ore - maybe it should

read about love, or death but

never about life. life is/was boring

and most of all / it couldn't be long

long was boring. Somewhere along

the way I found everything opposite of that

to be true

Where was this hiddn - oh your rotten-spoiled child

behind these false exteriors you hold so dear

Vanity and Ignorance bansihed

and left holding something beautiful

Now ryhme that with orange.

-Krystyne Daniel-Cherie Marlow