Primary Poetry Post

A child laughs and you put on your shoes
And think "what is the difference between
Tomorrow and a tylonol"
You decide it's the way the l sits

Reading modern poetry always puts you
In a weird head-space, a weird rhythm
Added to your thoughts as if each were its own poem
As if you were writing this book
Instead of sitting on the toilet
Reading it.

And you think: "Some of these poems are moving
Some are well written and funny and full of images
And some just seem like a glut of words strung together
Without thought, without reason, and certainly lacking in rhyme."
Maybe its just you.
They are diversions at best, tasty morsels forgotten as soon as they are digested
At worst, they are more than forgettable

That is what you think
About this book
If you are me.