golden thread

a glittering
golden thread
ran sideways
through my head

what I'd guessed
now I know
it left a purple
after-glow

hubris

may God forbid
I fall into
the trap of think-
ing every word
I write or say
is somehow art
and worthy to
be set in verse.

Poetry Explained

recognizing poetry
as a subjective
thus ineffective
mode of communication,

the logical mind
rationalizes it's existence
as a sort of
error message:

a literary manifestation
of a glitch in the
operating system of
the human brain.

Void

this is a barren presence

like the surface of Mars

but without the interest

that fosters exploration

rovers do not wander

this featureless expanse

to transmit grainy photos

of the landscape

indeed, this object

is not directly observed—

it's existence implied
by barely perceptible
wobbles in the orbits
of surrounding bodies

I've made an effort

I've made an effort
to render my poetry
less accessible—
I've revised my revisions
and removed the imagery.