When your head is napalm
does poetry work?
Poetry has a Purpose
It is not meant to be dissected
in a college classroom.
or it doesn’t.
What would the wisest man in the world do?
Would he operate a financial strategy podcast
while raking in millions of dollars like dead leaves?
Would he get married and raise a family
or spend hours in a cave by himself, thinking?
What purpose can poetry have, if it’s only words?
I don’t know…
but I do know, people aren’t getting any better,
and poetry speaks to my soul.
is a novelty, like technology
Martian rocks are red and dead
Poetry is read and alive
Is there water on Mars?
I don’t care. I have this one life
and I know a few simple things…
We are alone—and I don’t need to travel to Mars
to understand that.
It isn’t dead things
that make me feel good.
It’s the woods—
jewels, with wings, that fly, and chirp
flowers, and wet water
while the mountains talk.
Stars, have stared, into my eyes
dreams, are written there.
I spend much of my life asleep
over the thousands of voices, who don’t know my name
is like a wise owl
filling the black silence
with its warm cheer.