Selling
Bad Poetry by the Sea
By
Frank Izzo
They sell bad paintings at the shore.
Why cant I sell bad poetry?
I can write of misty morns
of children playing tag with waves
of seagulls laughing at bathers
I would set up shop in a weather beaten shack
Pricing my rhymes from $20 to $100 each.
Framed.
People would browse
In bathing suits
And read of crimson sunsets over bays
And moons spilling pools of light
On dancing waves.
These are really good,
A young Canadian couple would coo
But theyre not in a buying mood.
Then a middle-aged lady would burble
This one would be perfect in my TV room
It has a nautical motif
And she would buy my poem called
The Reef
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