Used White Wife

It is absolutely unnecessary to write serious poetry.
In fact, anyone who
even attempts to write a serious poem reveals
him or herself to be completely anti-
intellectual by throwing (his or her) brain
into that vast trash heap. Mao Zedung,

your poems are horrible (esp-
ecially “Yellow Crane
Tower” and specifically when you state that the “yell-
ow crane is gone” and then have the nerve
to ask “who knows whither?”

My used white wife writes serious
poetry about Jacques Lacan. What a mor-
on! Doubling the drama of our frequent
disputes, she wraps our newborn
son with the highlighted and underlined pages
of his lectures. She who has
the advantage of manifesting symbolic necessity
more purely than Mao Zedung

wastes her time starting poems with lines like
“That we may believe its conception arbitrary...”
when what she needs to know is
that analytical truth is not as mysterious, or as secret
as the yellow crane
who stole the scholar from the tower that day on
the bank of the Yangtze.