They told me to clean up
my poems some and then they
might be interested in reading them.
But what good is a poem
that’s been scrubbed of its meaning?
A poem should be bold like two lovers
fucking in the park after midnight. It
should be as profound as death when
it appears suddenly, leaving behind
no explanations. Poetry is using to
commit murder in the first degree,
leaving behind corpses and ghosts
in the place of our former selves.
Poetry, like love, is never clean, never simple.
So when they told me they’d only read
my words if I cleaned them up some,
I took a long gulp from my beer can,
took a hit from my Cuban cigar and
gave them the simplest words I know:
Peace & Love,