upbraiding

Some people might say 
I write too many poems 
about poems; what might 
be called "meta-verse."

Well, skip those then, 
fool! Poems are for skipping 
and skimming lightly, a traipse 
one makes through words 
that stay - perchance 
to pause and plow 
a furrow, if the rich, wet loam 
is agreeable. Found a good one?

Sink into it at sixty to
two hundred kilometers per hour, 
right up to the hood ornament!
Back out and come back in. 
Read it aloud. Poems 
really do need this 
intake and measured 
spread of breath, like 
angel wings working
overtime in a whisky
-stacked warehouse. Don't 

get a reference? Leave 
it! Knock it like a rock 
and plow on, or keep 
wandering in whatever 
meadow you find smells 
well, or beautifully, or 

even vividly horrid. Poems 
are for that,
even 

if they are a bit too much 
about themselves, sometimes.
It's a hazard of the form. Skip it, 
fool. No one asked you 
not to. 

Did they? I mean, who knows 
maybe some do