Hank’s thanks

the man said to
open up and let it
pour out on the days
when all that comes is
the commentary on the
mundane medium trickle
that is the commentary itself
then it’s just one of those days,
being a writer rightly concerned
with writing boring someone to tears.
something magical certainly dies
every time a writer stands
only just a little aside
and in little
artistic
bootstrapping spasms
describes the moment’s own words
or form or content just so, and nothing beyond.

Some days the poets’
satisfyingly awesome
job is to kill the
magical things

//ends