Flarfs & Other Important Things

Before there was any kind of flarf

there existed Albert Goldbarth.

He knew what a flarf really was

and he understood what it does.

Some poets instinctively know

where a poem is gonna go;

if it smells like a blooming rose

or like a peacock up your nose.

What it does, it does very well

but a poet will never tell.

If such thoughts seem to be obscure,

it’s because they are immature.

If these flarfs should even survive,

their authors may not be alive.

Walt Abbott–4-6-2011