We Are Doomed
Come, love
I’ve got good news
And bad
Same same
And it is this:
Poetry is now
Was then
And forevermore shall be
The most powerful
Tool in the shed
Able at times
To bring you to your
Ever loving knees
With a well placed
Line break
Or make you do
Very naughty things
So you must promise me
At least until
Ten full years have passed
Since your prefrontal cortex
Is certified fully formed
By the people who
Certify these things
Only then
May you begin to read
The romantics
The metaphysicists
The transcendentalists
But until then
You must only ever
Seek out verse about
Maths or science
Where things work out
Not because of
Magic but
Equation
Or rather that
There is much magic
In rationale
Best to avoid
Any poems mentioning
Chemistry, though
That could be a trap
Oh wait
Fuck it
I sound like
An old lady
Trying foolishly to
Save you time
The way we old ladies do
Throwing popcorn at
The screens of your lives
Playing our part
(Aside: how I love
This part)
So go ahead
Seek out those
Seductive fleas
Of that pervert
Donne
Listen to George Jones
Go on about those
Lipsticked tinged
Ashtray butts
See if I care
Fall under the spell
Buy the lies
Bend everything
To your will
That dead plant
Blooming suddenly with
Green
Why look!
Two little leaves
All nestled like that
Must be a sign
Yes! A sign!
That guy who’s been texting
He must be the one
That little ghosting incident
The brown sagging root that
Springs back to life
We are forever
Doomed