Poem #804

the poetry in my brain
is more than just words
one thousand thoughts
boiled down into one instant
one giant amalgam of meaning
that can’t be boiled down
into a stanza
or a page

one day, our poetry will encompass it all
it’ll be as frenzied and clear
and confusing
as walking an entire museum
accompanied by the audio tour
in a single moment
fast-forwarded and paused
full-color and blind
poetry but not a poem

 

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Poem #778 – fancy poems

I want to write
poems that bookish girls trace into
Lisa Frank notebooks with sparkly gel pens
poems that scream from a human
need for words to capture nuance
poems that English PhD candidates recite
and analyze way more than necessary
poems that young women tattoo
onto their ribs to show their friends
not poems that end with
“and the bird dies”