‘poet! write a poem!’
stack your words with words,
visceral imagery comingled
fist meet feels—
build a heart-shaped box,
make it crunch, let it bleed,
speak a truth, then overexaggerate,
cut a little lie for some
sensory miseducation.
forewarn the quillpens:
(oops, was i too slow?)
let them orientate—
every greedy little pedant
just wants an untruth
to devour.
that’s right—
fuck your past experience,
previous history, former, er …
all that shit that
came before—
if what you’ve
written down doesn’t
excite the hive mind,
they could
care less?