Aspirations

y’know

the main thing on my mind
when i started taking my poetry
SERIOUSLY

was that i might
get
SOMETHING
from it

(loved or laid or noticed)

later i thought i might

CHANGE THE WORLD

even if i didn’t know
what i’d change it into

i admit to
having had aspirations
but
instead

it all was a laughfest
or tragedy
depending on
the day and 

the most recent poem

in the end
what i got 
from poetry

was this sublime
and magnificent

NOTHING

rivaling 
grand emptiness
at the core of 
egg-zero

into which i may dissolve
all that came before

in preparation for

SOMETHING
else

which
i have yet to imagine

to which
i will do my best
not to aspire