Writing for whom, for what?
I like the brevity of poetry
The honesty and the realness
You can say anything
Quickly, no decorations
Tonight I feel it’s all worthless
Like it’s all a waste
I feel indifference
No haikus or fabulous rhymes
No glory or embellishment
No Milton or marching bands
The only ones in this audience
I care about are the ones in pain
The ones under the wheel
I salute the unsuccessful
I love those who quit trying to impress
I salute those who know this is a sewer
I will read no noble poems tonight
No flowery language
To real crawling creatures
I am with you
I say hello and good luck
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem