Why do poets sometimes
write poems about
writing poems? Well,
the secret is
we don't know how to.
And we're hoping
to find out.
The problem is,
this was/is a poem. Right
here. That you're reading.
Hard to justify, no doubt
about it. Maybe in another
poem or two the secret will crack
open and take a crap on our
heads from above? An
epiphany that can't
ever again be undone!
We'd be reliably able
to write poems after that,
without guess or stretch
or mix or switch,
but it never does
(come)
Yes, yes we know
it's boring! For anyone
not interested, but
you could say the same
about anything, duh.
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