i read dickinson
for the first time today
see
i don’t really like poetry
i don’t understand it
the hidden messages
the undercurrent
the metaphors
all beyond my feeble grasp
see
i am not looking
for the secrets of the universe
hidden
in prose
scribbled notes
on where it all went wrong
no
that is not for this foolish man
to seek
i am looking for the cure
i can barely string
two lines together
the only forever i see
is alone
the only answer i have
is that
i don’t know the right question
to ask
but i read dickinson
for the first time today
it made me thirsty
for bukowski flavored lies