“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.