Paint-By-Numbers
Sometimes when reading poetry
I feel like a grumpy old man
scoffing at abstract art, declaring
“a child could have done that”
Lines and stanzas
pass over my head like
encrypted codes
I cannot crack
Somebody recently read my book
and described my writing as
“the antidote for pretentious,
indecipherable poetry”
I’ll take that
My poems may be more
paint-by-numbers than Jackson Pollock
but at least you’re picking up
what I’m putting down
Right?
Horror Sleaze Trash 