poem

 Poem #43

A poem solves nothing

It leaves all the pieces on the floor

It ignores your questions

It always forgets to shut the door 

If you have a problem

You have come to the wrong place

The poem has zero tolerance 

For your existential crises

Even writing a poem is a trap

You think scribbling a few verses

Will unmask the hidden wonders

Of your fucked up universe?

But the poem laughs at your impertinence

It’s too busy running the numbers

Double checking the angles and testing 

Your tensile strength

The poem will drive you berserk

The poem will break you in half 

The poem is erasing solutions 

And the poem never shows its work

7/20/22