A meek defense in favour of the non-gifted non-artistic non-metaphorical ordinary respectable people.
When the poet says he’d sculpt and shape
and sharpen palaces out of rain and morning dew,
What he really means is : I believe
in the stability endowed by possessing multiple estates,
and of course
It brings to mind this longing for a pervasive bourgeois-ristocracy sense of idleness
well-suited to his craft and trade – Poetry garden parties
soaked in groundward empyrean hydroxygen
You can see them from here.
Whereas, when I say
I wouldn’t mind the charge of a deserted country manor
(maybe built out of mother-of-pearl moontears …)
I simply point out a slight social hingelessness
which might not do full justice to my utility
to the Kingdom
For I too produce words,
sometimes in lofty amounts, depending on the needs of the patrons,
And it just seems fair to me that
part of my wager should be aesthetic as well.
If anything, my demand is merely metaphysical :
Why and/or How are they entitled to grow their own beauty
While I wait here still,
my lot not yet delivered ?