this guy tells me
that poetry
is
sophistry.
i tell him
he’s nuts.
he tells me
a sophist
is capable
of clever
formal arguments…
of lying a bit.
evading the truth.
i say
get lost.
he says
poetry’s
sophisticated truth.
i say
you want truth?
you want
poetry?
it’s a hair
on the nipple
of a woman’s breast.
look it up.