When once I wrote a poem
it never made it to press
at that time it was a typewriter
and a notion
watching her move through the halls.
I couldn’t write a poem if my life
depended on her,
or anyone,
anything at all,
pissed me off when Jimmy,
could slap a few words around
and every one of
the blue eyed damsels
would stand in formation
to give him
his laurels.
I never wrote a poem
until I realized
it wasn’t the bullshit that was
most attractive,
truly,
it was our reality.