Outside Workshop

“I do not know who I think I am, but I will scan it
All first (and it better be on one page, or three
At most, if the look of it feels worthy) and if there is a word
I do not know I will not read it. They are making
No effort with me, so let them stay
Unread and skint in hysteria and compounded compounds. I am rich
And sexed and chipped and delusional. I make up
What I want to and I barely know
Who I am, but it is a flying and unputdownable
Piece of work. Hardly consistent, me, I am. Angry
And unpoetic; unruly and unmeasurable. But at least
I am not unnecessary and inaccessible. And I am unserious
Too, which is what I like, unless I’m the one writing it.”