The Theory of Antipoetry

The Theory of Antipoetry

antipoetry was having an affair with uncle poetry
and they had a bastard son
and he was deliquent
and the world, in his eyes, was ALL blurry
vague as fog
thin as page

and in his eyes
everything was seen
in a new light

without consequence
without restraint

and he decided
never to wear
a seatbelt again

because if you crashed
you could become paralysed
when it would have been better
to simply die.

In an overall good poem, this pair of lines stands out for me Colinsign – I’d suggest saving it as a possible title for a book should you ever publish/self-publish

–lhw