Diary of A | Failed Poet Attempting to | Recreate Meaning

locked hushed cocoons

summer falls but winter springs

and frees butterflies


that release readers

with grace, to find the meaning

of the earth’s haikus


I must craft nonsense

into meaning, form God’s pieces

into whole works of


precise gardeners:

just write about nature

make presentable


Glowing growing words

gravitate, going, gone, gross

grass trimmings paint-


nature’s color faint

chem trails have made our frogs gay

chlorophyll rainbows


Should we sell sea shells

by the sea shore? Sure we shall

sinking in loop still


loudest yee-haws are:

gross vulture rebel cries show

southward’s sanity:


unknown cave, entrance

ruined with bad joke, then croaks-

“It won’t fit in”-she


is music’s order

artificial, arbitrary

players, natural parts:


saxophone solos

careless whisper, tubas play

concerned yells in


Hidden hemispheres

smoke stacks have made our fogs gray

aesthetic garbage


-beginner’s babble

punchlines, ridiculous forms

poetic garbage


victims of victims

cut lines ad infinitum

strangers in stanzas


mark mad artists who

pimp butterflies, forced image

formed moths fly into


another lost piece

without peace, poetry flukes

the beauty of fugue


horror of haikus

trapped in my own island of

isolated works

This poem is about: 
Our world
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