Is This Not?

2008/07/21

This poem is not about darkness.
This poem is not about sunshine.
This poem is not about busy Spanish streets,
nor is it about rusted nails.

This poem is not about brambles or honeysuckle,
and it most certainly is not about being too tired to move.
This poem is not about shadows on the snow
or about the gathering clouds.

This poem is not about postmodernism,
or a girl, or the masks we wear,
or clichés or scented candles. 

This poem is not about me.
It is not original.
It is not clever. However--
this poem is over.