This poem is about my experience writing poetry, where I as the author get a singular portion of the experience, probably more that those relegated to reading merely the final product. This poem is a cousin to my poem: My Poetry is Shit
Underworked Poetry
“No one ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and they are not the same person.” — Heraclitus ungendered
They saw
That eye halve
Underworked poetry
Flowing in what seams
As a lazy river
Still awe most
A stream of conscience-ness
My feat dangling
In what
Cannot be
Experienced twice
If you should
Step in it
So trying
Agin
And agin
It’s not your fault
As eye a loan
Under going
Unearth
Quake
Awe most still
In the bowels
Of the cosmos
