today's poem

the best poetry is
feeling
obscene, beautiful, flowing, glowing,
filthy, repellent, transient, eternal
sublime…
Beyond me
but of course
in spirit at least –
I don’t have the depth
and neither does anyone
less legendary
than we would be
probably.
fuck it.
wallowing in feeling is for teenagers
we’ve escaped it
so forget it
or drown it
a drunken poet
because ‘h is as deep as we go
and sticky floors are our escape
(everybody must)
be stoned like the beats, reach back, beyond
to when screwing with your mind meant something, man
to crave postured depth
a façade in sepia dark
to romantic opium eaters
who wrote
one assumes
because facebook
was unavailable