I am tired of negotiating with reality
when my survival driven imagination
keeps me alive
my mind is full of both the real and imagined
Theolonius Monk
a rambling thought you say
why must it fit the poem?
shove your rules for poetry and social conformity
into the deepest crevice of your ass
have you ever listened to his music?
there is no dignity without honesty
whatever that means
it served its purpose
by filling a line in the poem
shoe, shoe shoe, shoe
not very clever you say
but I get paid by the line
pretend this poem is abstract
and readers must translate it
into as many realities
as their experiences allow
whose interpretation is correct?
while you are thinking of an answer
the poem has ended
because I am bored.