The Middle Ground

Draime, I am one of the mastered ones
you despised.
Yet I understand your pain
your anger
and admire your works.

Yet I am a poet
of the middle ground
with academe on the right
and the outlaws on the left
betwixt and between
the sanctity and the
street.

Between the altars
of the ivory towers
and the trashcans
of 32nd street.

Feeding my muse
as best I can
with foods
rich and inglorious.

Thanks to Paul Pindris whose reply to my post on Doug Draime, inspired this poem.