Sometimes, I get so tired of poetry.
It asks for so much–
makes me feel hungover.
Or if I am hungover–
makes me feel dumb
and slow.
As if merging on the freeway–
I am swallowed, trapped–
though it was my decision
to go.
Written April 2013
A Defense of Foul-Mouthed Poetry
It’s hard to believe that the lines above could be considered poetry. But