AN EXAMPLE OF WHY I'M NOT A POET

it shouldn't be this hard
to fall in love with the world.

but their are too many streets
with florescent lights...so
i hail disaster
like a cab.

all i need is insight
but my heart breaths smoke
and reminds me subtle things

like how i always fail.

i laugh instead,
doing laps around the city
while the meter chimes
seeming to mock in dollars
what i can't make any sense of.

should you get charged a(f)fair
for having one
or can you pay in homonyms alone.

i'm so sick of hearing myself think

that i lie in a field and scream
all that i am feeling

"my god...i love everything!"
but it always comes out wrong.