as if you could not eat otherwise
that's how a poet should write
that's what she told me
but that's not the language
I use
no no no
no
it is and has been
a headfirst dive into
a shallow lake
soul and spine's at stake
it festers there anyway
but beyond that
there's the conjuring of
limitless higher powers
long meditations
on self mortality
sweating through
bedsheets
touching, almost
the azure wavelength canopy of sky
with slow breathing
Another poem on writing poetry