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.

I really appreciate these musings. It's a bit like a back stage tour with a favorite actor.
Right-minded is so boring. It’s also easier not to think too hard.