Loser's Guide to Life
Like a reader anaesthetized inside an armchair, I'm not sure what people mean by "poetry" any more. It seems to mean pious observations in a suitably badass prophetic voice.
But here's a bit from a recent poem that I enjoyed:
The Bachelor's PoemIt's from a collection entitled NXNE: North by Northeast (Fredericton: JFT2INC, 2004) by Danielle Pellerin and Matthew Stranach.
After a hard day's groveling
I like to watch T.V.
I find it soothing
To kill my brain one small piece at a time