A poem that is conversely anti poetry.

Header image of a snowy path next to a lake taken by me on the shores of Lake Ontario circa 2017.

Don’t go down that route again
Don’t
Don’t believe the poet’s winding way
Is not without its faults
A cliché wanting to be
Edgy
Deep
Intelligent
Trying to make words work
That really clearly won’t
Instead of coming
To the point
Or even better
Just listening
To what’s being said

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