My girlfriend Jenny is a wonderful poet. When I read her poems, I see images and I think thoughts, the majority of which are dual-parted: “Is that supposed to be real or a metaphor?/ I don’t understand poetry.” And then about half the time, I’m reminded that I don’t understand crossword puzzles either, which is a tri-part.
So I started writing poems to increase the proportion of ones I can understand. Here is a new treasure that leaves no question as to its meaning or intent:
Dandelion Bay
Welcome to Tarantula Island
I bet that isn’t where you thought
This poem would take place?