Failure
I always wanted to write the one
definitive poem that
defined me well enough that I
could just sit back afterward and
watch the truth roll in.
Twenty years later and I keep trying,
no matter how little I have changed.
You’d think I’d have done it by now,
but no; still, I keep at it as if the next one
will really do the trick.
There’s a point coming where I will
have to admit that every new poem is
a failure, a testament
to the ineffectiveness of
the previous one.
Still, it’s like biting on tinfoil
sometimes to write a poem over and over again,
as if I might be able to get past it this time —
the blinding, the surprise that
there is still something to feel.

November 8th, 2004 at 7:56 pm
Nail on the head.
November 8th, 2004 at 7:56 pm
Nail on the head.
November 8th, 2004 at 7:56 pm
Nail on the head.
November 8th, 2004 at 7:56 pm
Nail on the head.
November 8th, 2004 at 7:56 pm
Nail on the head.
November 8th, 2004 at 7:56 pm
Nail on the head.
November 8th, 2004 at 7:56 pm
Nail on the head.
November 8th, 2004 at 7:56 pm
Nail on the head.
November 8th, 2004 at 11:17 am
thanks, John.
November 8th, 2004 at 11:17 am
thanks, John.
November 8th, 2004 at 11:17 am
thanks, John.
November 8th, 2004 at 11:17 am
thanks, John.
November 8th, 2004 at 11:17 am
thanks, John.
November 8th, 2004 at 11:17 am
thanks, John.
November 8th, 2004 at 11:17 am
thanks, John.
November 8th, 2004 at 11:17 am
thanks, John.
November 8th, 2004 at 10:32 am
Stanza 1 really speaks to me.
November 8th, 2004 at 10:32 am
Stanza 1 really speaks to me.
November 8th, 2004 at 10:32 am
Stanza 1 really speaks to me.
November 8th, 2004 at 10:32 am
Stanza 1 really speaks to me.
November 8th, 2004 at 10:32 am
Stanza 1 really speaks to me.
November 8th, 2004 at 10:32 am
Stanza 1 really speaks to me.
November 8th, 2004 at 10:32 am
Stanza 1 really speaks to me.
November 8th, 2004 at 10:32 am
Stanza 1 really speaks to me.