Art

The Young People Are Coming To Get You – Blake Nelson

do I even need to write another
poem?

I guess I do, nothing too serious
just short bursts

of loose fingered typing,
even as I wake up each morning

with that tightness in my chest
dread of the future

the thought (when I look out the window)
THE YOUNG PEOPLE ARE COMING TO GET YOU!

but they do not come, (the young people)
they have to talk

about it first and then lay back and
chew grass blades and describe how they feel

nor do the old people come, nor any other people,
so that at 1:00am I am length-wise on my couch

reading a funny book by the latest up-and-comer
six soft decades of American literature

none of it real or worth anything but you read it anyway
because neither are you real, or worth very much