The Right Minded

A peculiar little poem. It really is true that when rereading older poems I wonder how they got made.

It is almost an impossible thing to apply logic to poetry. First off, logically speaking, who in their right mind would ever write poetry? “Right minded” people avoid this stuff like the plague. Strictly speaking, some real logic is applied in writing poetry. You want to keep the verbs in agreement and they should try to get along with the subjects but even that can go off the rails depending on what the poem is trying to say. All of this is a tad outside the bounds of the “typically” sane. I am obviously not a reliable source of clarification but the poem below will clear everything up.

              The Right Minded

              I am often amazed
             that I was ever able
            to write a poem at all.
              Why would anyone
               in their right mind
            begin a strange story
                  in a shoebox?

       But possessing a right mind
        is not a requisite for poetry.
         It might be an impediment.
         A right mind collects cards
         and buries hamsters there.

     They don't slip their cerebrum.
                    But if they did
       they would wrap it in plaster 
      and cast about for signatures.

                 In the mean time,
             that in-between time,
             we others go to work
               in our tiny confines
      while reading advertisements
            for something smaller.