I tried to pull poems from the air
Like a radio-- I thought
If I only fiddled with the dials enough,
I would catch the Poem Station.
Poems 98.7! All poems, all the time!
i'm a postmodern poet,
the worst kind.
My Forbears never Heard of Radios.
They mined Poems from Deepest Earth
With Pickaxe and Shovel.
Clangs the shovel, steel flashes. Rubble everywhere.
but i'm a postmodern poet,
the worst kind,
and i can't stop messing with the dials.