Poetry, and roads (does this even count as poetry)

ya poem

Roads

Plenty of them

Some intersecting

Some funded by the same government

Some not

Selfishness

Plenty of it

While the music plays elsewhere

Am I just a bad egg?

Surely it’s not all on me

Would things be popping and exploding if I weren’t here?

I thought you were done with writing poems

Because they’re not true

Is the mind infinite? Truly?

Or are these just repeats

Each one feels new

How about how you relate

What’s common ground without surrender?

Surely it was only the drugs

Is it wrong to feel so happy

To be so awake

Only to fall back asleep

I don’t like to wake up because it interfers with my sleeping life

God damn it

Hallowed be thy name

I pray

I prose

I write

I dance,

Not.

Jazz mind has taken over

Now come see here boy I smell something strange in the air

Where this come from

Silly boy these games aren’t real

Just breath

Eat

Work

Pray

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Reviews

[arpita]

I cannot say that your work is not poetry, but what I would suggest is more coherence in your thoughts. You start off with writing about roads and then move onto writing about yourself. I could not quite focus where your thoughts were going. Perhaps rename the poem to "fragmented musings"? Just a suggestion.