Once I thought to myself
that Frost was right,
that free verse was like
playing tennis without a net.
But sometimes reading Bukowski
is like looking into Chapman's Homer
for the first time
and I think of writing
as an organic process
like cum-stained thank you notes
and Spanish bones.
I think I enjoy poetry the most
when I'm not thinking about it at all,
the way the deep sea makes a sound
that can't be heard
but we all see the rain
and feel the cold on our skin.
It's just something that happens
like an ******
or a suicide
or a ******
like weeping in a pillow
when no one is looking.
Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 8:15 PM UTC
Once I thought to myself
that Frost was right,
that free verse was like
playing tennis without a net.
But sometimes reading Bukowski
is like looking into Chapman's Homer
for the first time
and I think of writing
as an organic process
like cum-stained thank you notes
and Spanish bones.
I think I enjoy poetry the most
when I'm not thinking about it at all,
the way the deep sea makes a sound
that can't be heard
but we all see the rain
and feel the cold on our skin.
It's just something that happens
like an ******
or a suicide
or a ******
like weeping in a pillow
when no one is looking.