Hard Core
Hard CoreQuarters always drop out of my pants.
My left pocket has a hole in it
but I never fix it or replace my pants.
I'm sure it would cost more to fix than to replace,
so I hope the quarters drop where
they'll be found and most appreciated.
As a poet I seek neither fame nor fortune.
If I found both they would take time away
from writing hard core poetry.
A good poet has a way with words
but tempers his words for the sake of an audience.
A great poet has no audience;
he has no humility and writes with no fear
of rejection or critique or profit or publication,
and this is what I call hard core.
If you get naked and stare death in the face
with a clenched fist and say, Take me anytime, motherfucker,
then you are ready to write great poetry.
This is a no bullshit art form.
This is where the sword meets the stone.
Come and get me, motherfucker,
and take my words to hell.
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