Help, I’m Lost!
I am burdened by a contempt for time
despite its obvious existence
and i resent the persistence of rhyme
observing both of them from a distance.
That means i am a poet despite
my desire to escape rigid form.
I have a desire to get syntax right
and not be too frigid or too warm.
A concern for logic is perhaps
unimportant to someone like me.
So my poems are bound to collapse
in expressing my philosophy.
My fundamental problem is this:
I am not sure what a poem is.

Walt Abbott–1-29-2009