What do you feel when you jot down that stark syntax Do you feel full in your stomach of pretentious factions Building your philosophy with Lincoln logs and political tactics What a young poet feels when he's unsure of what his feelings mean and what to write in between those brackets Laying to rest past selves in a row of six feet deep holes lined with caskets
Sometimes the words we write have more meaning than we put to them Funny how a letter or a word can make a difference in self Life can be like reading a book and putting it back on the shelf Or the shelf gnome right next to it that stares back but doesn't You give false meaning when you don't know how to feel That's why the best poems are rewritten and not written That why I'm on top of this world,