the poet-leader defined, without passion,
poetry thus:
"ideas and images filtered
through a voice."
I insta-magined, with passion,
the drip-drippy-drip
of pure, bittersweet language,
strained out of impure syllables,
the welcome trickling letter-kinds
made into frothing liquid lines,
ready to fill up
such eager collegiate cups
with new-brew hot thoughts.
