Random Pips

By: Winluck Wong

I’m bringing a change-up to the language,
Disentangling from the chains hanging us
To the flow of the now-dull quill of ol’ Will.
Hold it – don’t misinterpret this as a dis,
But do admit that there’s a certain disconnect
With your sect of the written spit.
It’s the times, not your rhymes,
That put this knife in your side –
March Ides mean nothing if you note the marching tides.
So please receive this apology as we switch to the contemporary
And be content that no contempt is meant
For your heaven-sent poetry.

~ by Winluck on December 29, 2011.

Posted in Poetry
Tags: Poetry