The white sign with bold lettering
has been tinged a rusty orange by weather,
but it is bolted tightly to the wooden fence.
I hung the sign to warn passers of danger.
A madman might be tossing meter and rhyme.
Beware of poet! You've been told; now you know.
The ranting could be endless, and the sputtering—
the muttering—could last deep into the night.
Don't get too close; you could catch it.
You could carry an impulse to alliterate
and chase syntax, like squirrels or whack-a-mole.
Beware of poet! Don’t get too close; you could
find yourself on the road less traveled.
You could become enamored with the way
words sound and the silence in between.
There is Pathos unleashed in the yard, and
it could envelop your soul. If you’re not careful,
you could get slobbered on for life.
"Beware of Poet" is included in the Fall 2012 issue (#6) of Mock Turtle Zine, a local print journal in Dayton, Ohio.
In addition, my poem "An Ubi Sunt for the Bees" is reprinted in this issue of the zine. It was originally included in issue #5.
Issues of Mock Turtle can be viewed online.