One day I will be a famous poet
for now I write stillborn poems
that die after a line
so I have to delete them
my professor tells me unfinished thoughts
are just as intriguing as finished ones
but they will not make me famous
so I do not need them

One day I will be a famous poet
I will write a one thousand page poem
so long that no one will ever finish it
but they will think everyone has finished it
so one will ask
"Have you read that one thousand page poem?"
and the other will answer
"Yes I have and it was great!"
and then the two will agree
and continue to speak of its greatness
even though neither has read the poem
because if they had made it past page 193
they would have seen that the remaining pages
are just the word "famous" in different fonts
strewn across the page like dandelions
and then I will be famous

One day I will be a famous poet
I will write a poem with no words
with just a title that says "Think"
and people will read it
and they will think
and they will write their own poems
each different and precise
unique in its own way
and they will credit me when they do so
they will say "you made us think"
"you are a genius"
"A great"
and all I would have done
is write one word
a word we all say
and then I will be famous

One day I will be a famous poet
I will write a poem with no ending
And people will proceed to write their own
Because I

If you knew
What really goes on
Inside my head
It would break you

I would rather minimize the casualties
So please,
Please

Just leave me alone

Subtle signs can be seen in everyday life
If you look left and right and listen closely
You can see and hear it in how people act
When they stare into your eyes as cold as steel
You stare straight into their soul
When they seem so nervous sitting by you
You know something is amiss
So listen closely and try to find them
Because they buzz all around us
And if we can act of conjecture
Then we may save ourselves sooner or later