nothing shall be untitled!
do not refuse to name it!
it will be cagey and take a name
you don’t like
if you’re not quick!
eat it before it grows
self-aware
and does the job without you!
ABSORB it into yourself
then squeeze it out and admire it!
It’s you, leftover!
let it take your own
goddamned name
if that’s all you can think of!
make part of it into your elbow knob
or perhaps a bladder cell!
you’re a discarded stick in the mud
waiting to take root
and drop fruit all around you!
here’s the chance
you’ve been waiting for!
put a name on it!
it’s not roadkill!
it’s a kid! a pet!
an ancestor! a tractor
for your field work!
dig a trench of letters!
raise up a voice to the sky
and call it something!
anything! call it!
you’ll never get it to stay with you
otherwise!

December 17th, 2009 at 10:11 pm
great!
December 20th, 2009 at 3:37 pm
A bit of protest poetry, actually…I can’t understand the idea of an untitled poem. They all have names. It’s like not naming your kid.