Not All Poetry Is Created Equal

Free verse is sometimes not

to me plausible poetry;

it's usually just an odd


of line breaks, like

when the cat

stabs at my return


while I malign Mondays

in a Tweet.

As a literary


I do feel obliged

to pretend I really get it,

that wonky poetry peppers

my discourse

and punctuates the shopping lists

and stupid jokes

in my pocket journal.

But in the end

I still prefer the limerick

about that old man

from Nantucket.