Poem #35
It’s ok to write a poem
That no one reads
That seems half finished
That doesn’t rhyme
Or seem to go anywhere
Or reference anything sublime
It’s ok to crumple up the paper
And fish it out two days later
When you run out of fresh ideas
It’s ok to feel like you’re stuck
And put all your faith
In late night full moon luck
It’s forgivable to starve
After spending your last dime
On a leather bound notebook
It’s ok to write a poem
When you’re all out of words
And are forced to use “sparrow”
When you mean “love”
And “trial size dove bar”
When you mean “infinite sorrow”
It’s ok to throw it all away
And hope you’ll find
At least half again someday
It’s just words after all
It’s just your life
And when it ends
You’ll simply accept
Its finished incompleteness
And press send
1/12/22
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