Saturday, January 4, 2014

I Hate Poetry

I hate poetry
I hate how it
flies just out of
my reach
like a butterfly
with chemical wings
I hate how it
sits in coffee shops
discussing its own greatness
sipping tar
and performing self
proctology
I hate how
it builds walls around itself
so it won't have to see
the bitter sun
or the breathing grass
And I hate how
it left me so abruptly
at the end of
a line
of meaningless letters
with no punctuation
or closure

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