Sterility

Sterility

It seems
the poets of our age are in
a sort of limbo, neither here nor there.
They're disconnected from the earth.
The sky’s a thing
they haven’t cared to look at in a while.
And what they write
is often nothing more
than phrases, images that rise and flow,
as if
they've left behind their thought,
their history
and even
their humanity – to float
within that zone that they pretend
is poetry.

2015 April 7th, Tue. 1:23 am
Brooklyn, New York