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.

_________________________________________________________________________

Mike Meraz lives and writes in Los Angeles, Ca. His new book “43” is now available at Epic Rites Press.