not a blog post

Not A Poem

I don't want to write a poem,
don't care about rhyme or meter
or form. Stay away from me
with your thick black voice
like mud, like shit. I'm not
going to pluck or tear or rip
any damn thing out.

I will not lean over the sink
and shake the bottle
or don the plastic gloves.
I'm not plunging anything below
the surface where the oily bubbles
foam and float.

Don't ask me about it
because my hair is tangled
all around it like the roller
on the vacuum cleaner, so tight
that it won't roll
and the crumbs just lie there
on the rug
attracting bugs.

Comments

[arvind]

Love it!