I laid my head
On the ceramic floor tile or existence.
I am mechanism.
The flavor and the heartburn
This is a poem I wrote in April 2017 when everything I wrote was completely terrible. Somehow this poem came out comparatively good. At the time I had started experimenting with avantgarde poetry, but I had not yet figured out what makes a good avantgarde poem. I think much of my problem was that I didn’t know what made a good poem of any sort. Now, I have had much more practice at regular poems and crazy ones alike, and I feel like I have a better handle on how to write a poem and how to appreciate one.
If you want to, you can see the original post of this poem here: https://therichardbraxton.wordpress.com/2017/04/13/april-poem-13-napowrimo/
And if you want to compare it to the more terrible poems I wrote in April of 2017, you can do that here: https://therichardbraxton.wordpress.com/2017/04/page/2/