this is the poem
in which i finally convince you
that i am worthy.
i will drop a name here,
a reference that will convince you,
or convince you by the fact that you don’t get the reference.
someone older than you could possibly know.
someone newer than you would have bothered to introduce yourself to.
someone too obscure.
someone so obvious you never would have thought of them.
apparently a poem
can simply be made
by a list of giants,
or medical terminology.
that proves my disregard for form.
it will be my attention to every detail.
it will always be my service or my disregard
that makes me
what i am or what i am not
simply saying what i mean.
what has happened to the
brick and mortar word?
granted it gets me here,
and enables to me to say this little thing
one can contest what leaps and bounds
came by the discovery of fire
but there is still the little matter