"The Idiocy of Poets," or; "Thai Poetic License?"

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I presented Stevie with this today.  I told her it was a poem that I wrote last night, while I was trying to fall asleep.  She responded, that she liked it -- that it was very spartan, in contrast to what it was describing.

Then, I told her . . .

"I didn't write that shit, that's an engrish translation of a sign from a thai street vendor's stall."

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Then an interesting thing happened:  I started wondering what it actually meant. 

See, I've never had much use for poetry.  I like symbolism, and I really enjoy metaphor -- but most poetry goes so far over the top with those, that it stops being enjoyable for me.  It always feels like a 15 year old carrying a composition book around with him, trying to appear deep.

I think that this appeals to me, because it's completely unintentional.  So, now I'm going to spend the rest of my day trying to figure it out, when in reality there's no deeper meaning to be had -- only what we assign it.

"Found poetry is still valid poetry, m'dear"

That's what Stevie says anyway.