This book sucks
like no other book
I’m just a crook
trying to make myself look
good
and all we need to do
is to learn to ignore the voice in our head
and pretend that self-doubt is never a problem
in the state of the dead
because too many cats
have gone walking on the ledge
and the way they balance
is something to learn
for this life
because someday we will all be on a tightrope
some for the first time,
and others doing a reprise.
Don’t worry son,
see you on the other side.
Not all poetry inspires,
and sometimes
lines only juggle words
and you hope
nothing collides,
no word disrupts that parabola
on their way up or down,
you don’t care what shape it takes
as long as the words land
and take off
from the center of your palm.