What good is a poem?
to the three in Giza or
the boot grooves on Tranquility
even
the rough wood bench
where William rubbed ribald. . .
but no.
The argument makes itself really
just as every solution contains
the germ of a problem
flowering
following the sun off
main sequence into a
timely staccato.
Less ephemeral than a kiss
and far less satisfying in nature
the p’s and q’s chasing
meaning
like a metaphor around
electrons of an atom
positively negative.
A poem is what good
students sit stuffed into small desks
chipping phonemes from sly syllables
fades
when words have no
sense nor feel when
spin fails.
People make their own sense
out of desperation to survive in
a world of words reduced
eventually
powerfully driven existence depends
upon that which we
imbue within.
So –
What good is a poem?
the argument makes itself really
less ephemeral than a kiss
a poem is what good
people make their own sense
to the three in Giza or
students sitting stuffed into small desks
and far less satisfying in nature
out of desperation to survive in
just as every solution contains
a world of words reduced
the germ of a problem
the boot grooves on Tranquility
the p’s and q’s chasing
chipping phonemes from sly syllables
when words have no
powerfully driven existence depends
like a metaphor around
following the sun off
the rough wood bench
where William rubbed ribald
main sequence into and
upon that which we
sense nor feel when
electrons of an atom
imbue within
timely staccato
but no
positively negative
spin fails
So
eventually
flowering
meaning
fades.
