a poem is meant to be
a place where one releases
the energy held inside
strong nuclear forces
at bay most of the day
for the rest of the humans
do not appreciate
the wild
the sporadic
the something or other that is the explicit
enagement with the future is paramount
identifying cause and effect from the past is mandated
but living inside the capsule
that is this moment
and capitalizing each life line of your poem
is something they only make you do
if you’re stuck at the academy or at work
so instead feast
or roam
and feast again
and play with the objects in one’s reach
and smell the smells
feel the things around
delete nothing
pile up bundles of nonsense
and then whimsically throw it all away
money or cars or furniture
for these stories mean nothing
to the furry animal inside
interested in a drink of water
and a long nap