april 8th, 2024 - lexical white noise
like, yeah, writing a poem
every single day for a month,
that's hard. I respect
that you're actually
trying to see it through, in spite of
you having abandoned
most all your novel projects
and short story drafts,
maybe for good, maybe getting rewritten
over and over because you're hoping
to come up with a version
that doesn't suck (uh, good luck).
hell, I'm only on day eight
and I'm wondering if
it was a good idea
to commit to this concept
for thirty whole poems.
I'm afraid I'm going to start
repeating myself pretty soon
going over the confusing metaphors
and stilted dialogue
and questionable punctuation
and just the weird writing style overall.
and for what? nothing I say goes far enough,
nothing I say is Enough.
your poems are, pretty bad, frankly,
but how do I begin
to put a name to all their problems
in a way that makes sense to me,
much less anyone else?
it gets even harder to talk about your poems
when you're clearly beginning to get tired,
running out of ideas, probably both.
like yeah, your 20th poem.
what's even going on here?
the title implies a poem
looking back on itself,
but that part doesn't matter?
you lose some change,
but it's right in front of you,
but you don't notice that,
and suddenly you're him
and also still you? and he's
turning the light off
and dreaming about the poem
you're writing. why end it like that?
we lose stuff all the time
and have trouble finding it
because we don't usually check
where it'd probably be
because why would we
do something sensible like that?
like, that's a poem right there,
what's all this you and him meta stuff?
and for the love of god,
stop throwing in stuff in your room
or stuff you're doing
because, I don't even know why.
the baseball glove you never use.
electric cords is repetitive,
also it's cords, not chords.
and why are they leering?
do you know what that means?
oh, and you take ibuprofen, whatever.
this is all starting to feel like
lexical white noise,
the linguistic equivalent
of flicking all the switches
in an airplane cockpit
and hoping that it'll fly.
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