Even Ornaments of Speech are Forms of Deceit
for the future, ordering a small glass of wine.
Cause, arm in arm with Effect, strolls by
in sturdy shoes.
Of course, there are those who venture
out under cover of darkness to buy a bag
of metaphors or even personification
from Italy, primo and uncut.
But for the most part, poets like Roderigo
stroll the boulevards in their normal hats.
When he thinks of his beloved, he opens
his notebook with a flourish.
"Your lips," he writes, "are like lips."
Why do i enjoy this poem so much?