angst cycle (iii) — [G] (i)

so what if the guy asked
how to write good poetry

let me say right now
i don’t know i do
i just know my stuff
doesn’t fit the form of crud

poetry’s a whole mind thing
all the cast
all the arts

don’t censor
the warped idea from underneath
that’s the treasure
trying to subconsciously construct
a clever trick
a conscious only forced constructs
a bus made of brick

these poems
this conversation
this talking to myself
is raw
too raw for edit
i’m too raw to edit too
give me a year
of emotional sudso

other poets
other people
have better ways
ask them

give me ten years
of emotional sudso