Misreading to rocks

Hugh was a huge poetry’s fan
At times distracted by sirens.

Their song misreads the rocks.
Hugh says poetry is dead fart

But he has his pound of flesh.
His imagery swims in and out

The recesses of the sea rocks
As sirens are waiting in song.

Sirens are singing their songs
Wife is at home, in pure song.

With pound of classic images
He saves his ship from rocks.

(Recalling Ezra Pound’s poem “Hugh Selwyn Mauberley

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