RULES FOR POETRY, #2
You may write about anything:
clothespins
horse manure
the pattern on the underside
of a nuthatch’s belly.
You can’t write about a damned thing:
your mother
the lover who left
the deplorable state
of the world.
RULES FOR POETRY #3
Well consider grammar,
its all.
Worry about words,
their everything.
RULES FOR POETRY #4
Be afraid.
No matter what you write,
things will be revealed, secrets
you have concealed even from yourself.
Especially those.
Did you know, for example,
that you’re in love again?
Did you know that you never
liked your father, or the yellow cat?
That your house is on fire?
The witch who lives in the cave
under your bed knows everything,
throws everything into her cauldron.
So be afraid. You cannot know
what annealment will ensue.
GladErrand 