The Percibo Effect

While kind-of comprehending those
whose neural networks remain
unresponsive to the dubious charms
of words in such short lines writ-

yes, poetry;

there's seems to Charlie's
supple sensiblities
something wrong as well
to posit that craft
little more than the deft
distribution of aphoristic placebos
to soothe those silly
and susceptible enough
to lean toward the enthusiastic
consumption of such stuff.

While a poem never
will a war-wound stanch,
a wind-fed fire quench,
neither will a prose,
a marble-carved bust
or a painted portrait
fit those bloody,
firestormed bills.

It ( yes, poetry)
could serve to warm
engines inner one wee bit...
like the recollection,
while observing snowfall
at the frosted window's sill,
of glancing back to catch
a wife quite unawares,
her fine-turned foot
a slipper dangling
near the pot-belly
burning fragrant, self-cut wood.