“poem”
the fuck is this?
these here spikes
of words
coming out from
the left of the page?
this quest for
the next line
this quest for
THE line:
that one solid spike
of words
tighter
than a banjo string.
tighter
than your daughter.
indestructible lines.
lines carved forever
into the stone
of the page.
never for money,
always for love
… unlike your daughter.
seriously, what’s it all about?
I don’t know.
but if you do it
right,
you can get away with it
even if
you’re not actually
saying anything
about anything.
apart from your daughter,
of course.
