Someday

you will be the inspiration for a poem

which people will love

and which I will hate

They will walk up to me

in wingtip shoes

because I will write for a new age generation

of hipsters

who wear wingtip shoes and talk about recycling

while they drive to faraway play rehearsals

or rehearsals of lives they wish they could live

to escape their wingtipped ones

They will walk up to me with my book in hand

This book will contain 138 selected poems

It will be called 135 Selected Poems

because no one counts in the end

and people like their numbers like their lovers

These people with the wingtips will approach me

and I will see the book

and I will hope that maybe their focus will be on one of the other 137

and it will not be

because I will have written the best poem ever

and you were the inspiration

and everyone will love it

and I will hate it

Popular musicians will record songs based on it

and in their award winning acceptance speeches

they will thank me for changing their lives

though they never read it and instead had their songwriters read

this poem inspired by you

which they love

and which I hate

This poem will have no contractions

because I stand for art

and not contractions

and in no way do I condone something which tries to be something it is not

and so I will refuse to put IT IS into one word

and allow IS to hide behind this apostrophetic fucking mask

I refuse to allow people to be blindsided by IS

because you will never understand what it feels to be blindsided

No one ever will

and everyone already has

and it is this big fucking joke

And so there will be a hollow metaphor

which the people in the shoes will grasp at

and latch onto

and they will wear it on their heads

and carry it in bags made of composite materials

or from hemp

and maybe the poem will be made of hemp

or something equally eco friendly

so the people with the long hair can sit and read it

together with the people with the shoes

and they can both sit and mean something together

and they can both sit and mean nothing together

and they can both sit and mean

and mean

and mean

And at times the poem will drag

and the reader will wonder when it will end

and when they least expect it

and when they most expect it

I will end the poem

in a manner which makes it all worth it

and it will make me famous

this poem about being blindsided

or about not being blindsided

or about grammar

this poem

This poem

which you inspired

which I hate

which you love

which I love

you

I hate love

you

this I love

poem

hate

you

I hate you

this poem

Someday

you will be the inspiration for a poem

but for now

ninety nine lines about how lost I am

now that you are gone

will have to do.