"I Think You Should Just Write a Bad Poem"

Poets who belong to such an ancient time

No one understands their speech, certainly not
Other poets raised on modern languages
And convinced true conservatism consists
Of hexameters, sonnets, and madrigals,
Have no one to talk to or blame but themselves,
Even granted their selves don't belong to them.
Box it and wrap it up with a bow: you write
What you can't read, compose notes you can't finger,
Dream of an audience you can't dream. Deep, deep
Sleep is where you'll find the beasts who understand.