This is an
Anti
Poem
It is against
Thought
It is against
Deep
Meaning
It is against
Love
It does not
Want to
Connect
With
You
It wants to
Hang out
In bars
With
Hot
Girls
Go home
Drunk
And scare
You
On the
Street.
___________________________
I am typing
Poems
Into my
Iphone
Notes
As co-workers
Surround
Me
In the
Break room
I hear
Complaints
Of no
Time
To
Write
But fuck
I am
Taking
Time
Like
Some
Good
Will
Thief
Or
Heart
Felt
Hustler.
______________________
In my mid
Twenties
I’d spend
Time on
3rd Street
Promenade
Conversing
With the
Street
Preachers
Painters
And
Poets
I was searching
Looking for
Some
Lighthouse
In this
Twenty-something
Haze
I soon
Came
Out of
That
And met a
Girl
On the east
Side of
Long Beach
And realized
It wasn’t
Philosophy
I
Needed
But
Love.
________________________
You walk out
Your front
Door
Drunk and
High
On the
Muse
You see a
Few young
Men
Working
On a
Car
A man rakes
Leaves
Outside
His
House
A couple
Walks by
Pushing
A
Stroller
You are
Some
Outsider
Looking
In
Some
Martian
Visiting
Earth
Your
Tentacles
Follow
Behind
You
Feeling
For
Poems.
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Mike Meraz lives and writes in Los Angeles, Ca. His new book “43” is now available at Epic Rites Press.
The writing was good enough to entice me to purchase the book. 👍👍