I write because sense needs to be confounded
and I need to be the one confounding it;
I don’t like that we have explanations for bad weather.
I write because I don’t like it.
I write because so that I don’t go crazy.
I write because I have already gone crazy.
I write because hopefully a poem of mine
will gaslight some hapless reader one day.
I write to fight against the preservation of history.
I write to pervert and contort history.
Everything needs to be wiped clean.
I write because it is important to destroy facts.
I write because it is important to victimize
the reader/listener, to force them to have to try
to understand what I have done to sense & syntax,
to history, to the things that people “know”.
I write because please Dad don’t think
that I have wasted my life, Dad I’m trying
Dad I will make one good thing that will
last after you and I are dust.
I write because I don’t like the truth.
I write because pussy.
I write because Owl and the Pussycat.
I write because I wish I could say,
so I do.
BIO: Rich Boucher‘s poems have appeared in The Nervous Breakdown, Adobe Walls: An Anthology of New Mexico Poetry, Brawler, Crack the Spine, Extract(s), Fickle Muses, Grey Sparrow Journal, HyperText, Lyre Lyre, Neon, The Rag, The Malpais Review, Clutching at Straws, Shot Glass Journal, Missive, Mutant Root, Poydras Review, quarter after, Sparkbright, The Mas Tequila Review, The Yellow Ham, Borderline, 200NewMexicoPoems and The Legendary. Hear some of his poems at richboucher.bandcamp.com