This is not a poem about unrequited love
not a poem about the changing of the seasons,
babbling brooks,
cloudless skies,
English gardens in full bloom
not a poem about setting suns, starry skies,
full moons, glittering galaxies
not a poem about absent fathers,
weepy mothers or your cranky old
Aunt Clara in the attic plotting
your death while her dentures soak
in a Polident bath cup
not a poem about the existence or non-existence of
a Supreme Being
not a poem about when you abandoned your children
or when your children abandoned you
not a poem about poverty, social isolation,
the Holocaust, war, the evils of
capitalism, the specter of injustice,
the injustice of inequality, the
inequality of injustice or any other
word attached to the prefix "in"
not a poem about ****** conquest, ****** dreams,
the effects of liquor or drugs
on one's libido
not a poem that uses the f-word, the s-word, the c-word
...or any of the other
objectionable words used
to "front" the remaining
letters of the alphabet
This
is
clearly
a
poem
about
what
is
not a poem
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 12:02 PM UTC
This is not a poem about unrequited love
not a poem about the changing of the seasons,
babbling brooks,
cloudless skies,
English gardens in full bloom
not a poem about setting suns, starry skies,
full moons, glittering galaxies
not a poem about absent fathers,
weepy mothers or your cranky old
Aunt Clara in the attic plotting
your death while her dentures soak
in a Polident bath cup
not a poem about the existence or non-existence of
a Supreme Being
not a poem about when you abandoned your children
or when your children abandoned you
not a poem about poverty, social isolation,
the Holocaust, war, the evils of
capitalism, the specter of injustice,
the injustice of inequality, the
inequality of injustice or any other
word attached to the prefix "in"
not a poem about ****** conquest, ****** dreams,
the effects of liquor or drugs
on one's libido
not a poem that uses the f-word, the s-word, the c-word
...or any of the other
objectionable words used
to "front" the remaining
letters of the alphabet
This
is
clearly
a
poem
about
what
is
not a poem