Thursday, October 27, 2005


New millennium poetry

I wanted to create an avant-garde poem
like the ones I read in fancy magazines
but all I wrote were ornamental words in a chaotic style
that friends and lovers didn’t understand.

Genial! Said my agent, superlative! Exclaimed the editor.
I felt cheated I didn’t feel any emotion for my poem,
my soul wasn’t moved by those words
but the marketing director said, nonsense, this is pure gold.
We can sell it as the new millennium poetry.

Maybe it was so but I wasn’t the one who should have written it
I didn’t mean what I wrote. I shredded the paper in a thousand pieces
and went to eat my beans burrito.

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