May 9 by The Running Son
the “I dont like my poems” poem
to the order of
late I cant write a thing.
So? I force something.
Hey! a tree!
Trees ar so lovely and shimmery and greeny
of course trees are all that and more.
The rest is
Trunk. Support, like a nice comment,
That was a trick, see? Now I hate it. I do.
but it has it’s places sometimes.
But the point is, in doing that, I learned
if I like “crude”
behavior in my poem-party
or later allow them, on a “will-see” basis, see?
Don’t hate posts. It’s bad. Don’t be a hater. K? Jeeesh
or a hater of your own poems.
We’re not all virtual-oss-holes
poets, I mean. We get wierd…
trying to hide everything in a poem
Then decide we hate the self we so gently stuffed away.
Hey you, under that tattoo,
I don’t have one,
But I LIKE that damn poetry you do.