Thoughts on a certain type of internet poetry

Anorexic rants
lines
short as an
emphesemiac’s
breath.
Skinny is cool.

Reductionist rants
black and white’s the new paradigm
set in a dead duality.

All you get are shades of grey
not even 50 shades
which would at least be entertaining.

I live in the muddled middle
temperate zone
colourful confusion
vegetable guilts
where seasons freeze or swelter
disturb with equinoctial dreams.

Too many trees here
to see the forest.

Anyway
I love these trees
this unknown forest
all it hides and nurtures.

Smug certainties
pre-cooked conclusions
pre-masticated mash.

If you can write it on a t-shirt
it’s not worth reading.

- Paul Duxbury