i mostly know about shakespeare from reading his wikpedia page, they say he never existed

lesbian poetry anxiety

popcorn teeth

unwiped ass bath in franzia

french desire

anthology of mud

fever trails of undercooked sidewalks

reality slow and green from the inside of jello

unborn franchises taking root and dissolving

this is not a poem by allen ginsberg
this is not a poem by t.s. eliot
this is not a poem by brandon scott gorrell

those are the three poets i can think of right now

this is a poem by michael hessel-mial

this is a poem assembled out of identical poem-cubes

materialist ideologies of production
capital is one thing being compared to another thing
from the perspective of one thing
saying its from an 'overarching perspective' over all of them

no capitalist will tell you that
an unfortunate drawback about marxism is that there are no capitalists

i want this poem to be intense and flashy and interesting
like i have this polaroid camera and
i want to take a bunch of pictures
that are deliberately framed and artistic

i have this typewriter i used to use it more often
and re-type what i typed before
but transferring from a preferred medium to a practical medium
makes the practical medium into the preferred medium

i think this will be the boilerplate
for every poem i write ever again

a list of stupid, pointless phrases
something philosophical pulling in the other direction
pointing toward the poem that seems ideal in this frenzy
then i start describing something boring or shallow from my life

then i call attention to everything and stop writing

satisfied with myself mostly