On my Raft of Silly Art

[addy]

I much prefer reading and making poems
than dealing with that bastard prose, I LOLed . Just imo, I think it should either end as a sentence here, or with something like a semicolon?
that ugly autistic child
who never grasps a word I say,
demands all my patience
but is rarely grateful,
the one I must feed from a tiny glass pot,
again and again, until my arm
has repetitive stress disorder. Great imagery.

Poems, however, are smart and willing.
Poems are the boy I liked at sixteen,
inside whose mouth I could place any line,
such as: 'Fuck me, Jack, fuck me like a woman',
and: 'None of my girlfriends are as good as you'.
Even though it wasn't true,
that to him in real life I was less than a blip,
somehow it hardly mattered,
because the moment of self-deception
was for the duration reality to me. the phrasing tripped me up a little. A bit run-on?
And this, I think, is what high school and poems
are all about. Fascinating, very fascinating

A fresh piece; describing prose as plodding and high-maintenance (I admit even the prose works of great wordsmiths are summarily described as "poetic") versus the fancy of poetry is certainly an interesting subject, and one you managed with grace and wit. a great original, imo.