Lucretius
or, lame poetry
I’m tired of poems that don’t mean anything
They are little more than a highly improbable
conjunction of words.
I’m also tired of belly-aching and heart aching
and headaches
Whatever happened to poetry and truth
or science that rhymes
a poem that
somehow gets across
a new thought
like
how the toilet swirls
because the earth spins
and
the galaxies spiral
because the universe rotates
like
Godel says
There is no time because there is time travel
Or maybe
likewise
there is no space because I travel in it
but more on that later
or not more
Poetry is lame.
Mine especially
I don’t know
enough math
to become a poet.
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