He writes poetry
Like Christopher Reeve’s
Break-dancing
Could you read this poem
He asks
And you would love to
If only between the spelling
And the handwriting
There was a way
Of deciphering
What it was that he wrote
But
There are those
Who think he’s the best thing
Since popcorn
… I’m not one
That’s not to say
I haven’t tried
To understand
What the hell he writes about
But my days as a cryptographer
Have long since gone
Still
I know a few people
That I visit
From time to time
Who enjoy both his poetry
And thorazine
I mean
After all
He writes poetry