poetry vs.
can a poem
really be written
under such
harsh lights?-
like war
like guilt
like a slap in the face
like a crobar to the kneecaps
can a poem
really slither
out of this mutter?-
just because i can not sleep
just because it's cold out
just because the wind
does howl and hiss
just because a headache
runs the show
—Abraham Gibson