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[OC] If Poe Wouldn't Jizz in His Pants, Am I Even a Poet?

Are you really a poet
if your words wouldn’t make Poe
jizz in his pants?

What even is poetry
a dead genre,
buried with Whitman,
cracked spine,
forgotten rhyme,
rotting in a library basement
beside broken revolutions
and MFA regrets?

Or is it
whatever spills out
when someone finally tells you
you’re allowed to speak?

Is it a soapbox
for your Marxist cause?
A protest sign
with enjambment?

Does poetry
have to have a point?

What’s the difference
between poetry
and a shitpost?

Is it the jagged edges?
Or the way
we sand them down
so the feed won’t choke
on something sharp?

Maybe poetry
is a shitpost
but with the sharp bits
filed off
by a workshop full of ghosts.

Is that what it is
or what it became?

Is poetry now
about not stirring
anything at all?

I’m really asking.
When I imagine a poet,
I see the standard-issue
culturally transmitted ghost:

Sad.
Possibly broke.
Definitely staring
out a window
at nothing in particular.

Someone making statements
that wouldn't be remarkable
if not
for the line breaks.

A banana
taped to the white wall
of a museum
is that poetry?

Is it all
just a social construct
in a beret?

I don’t know.
All I know is
I was told
to take this seriously.

So I’m trying.

Seeing
if poetry's
any fun.