Poets with Superpowers

With a poet, all things are legal,
Impossibilities are dead,
Love can be likened to hair,
Devils can wear white robes,
Kinetics in inks,
Harping with guiding lobes,
A word turns fish to a chair
Round hands can show what lies ahead,
Dreams can talk and paint out an eagle.

His spandex lies in his alive brain,
Webbing out words from an ants muse,
Do not distract, don’t distract,
When his eyes are frozen
And his feet tapping,
He believes he’s chosen
By a true, sacred contract
A chance to chat, do not abuse,
He can go naked and still remain.

LARDO