this series of explanations like old oven mitts

i had an amazing dream last night
that was a whole poem  

it was bright it was rare

it soared you'd say gee whiz

and now waking i can't

even get it to fit into this jail

this tube

this box

this rummage sale

this series of explanations like old oven mitts 

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i had five or ten poems

i had five or ten poems

pass me in the last week or so

most seemed to be pretty good

but i didn't write them down 

now i see them in the distance

they pretend they don't know me 

o poet

this isn't like fishing and saying

what big ones got away 

put a pen in hand and grab

the first thing you can write on