I Hate Poetry

I claw through words
growling to rip the meat,
add a soupçon to
a consommé, but
don’t make me
eat my soup in the woods

Like a bear
I hate poetry, because
it’s senseless to be dense
letting forest rangers throw
huh words in a campfire.

What would I want with dense description:
it makes my soup too thick, and
if I burn my tongue,
emotions will be hot
without corn indigestible.

Don’t make me
eat in the woods. My
kingdom for a kitchen table.

Can I just have my
Parmesan cheese, nutty and fine,
not looking for
patterns
in the wallpaper, equations for space travel,
’cause I can stare beyond the stars
some other time
after I’ve had
my soup with a spoon that need not be silver like the moon,
a simple spoon, only

large enough not to stew me,
not vaporize ineffables like vegetables
—Douglas Gilbert

Books by Douglas Gilbert

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2 thoughts on “I Hate Poetry

  1. Poetry is the most irrational expression when it is at it’s best.
    Its like shouting “fire!” in a crowded theatre.. or shouting “fire!” in an empty theatre.
    Yet I’m drawn to reading and writing poems.

    Thanks for shouting “fire!” here.

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