So come with me, into the unfathomable world of the unknown

Let's turn down the lights, throw another log on the fire

Relax. This won’t last long

Or if it does, or if the lines

Make you sleepy or bored

Give in to sleep, turn on

The T.V., this is your poem

The two lovers are dressing now

Saying farewell

I don’t know what music this poem

Can come up with, but clearly

It’s needed. For it’s apparent

They will never see each other again

And we need music for this

Because there was never music whеn he or she

Left you standing on thе corner

You see, I want this poem to be nicer

Than life. I want you to look at it

When anxiety zigzags your stomach

And the last tranquilizer is gone

And you need someone to tell you

I’ll be here when you want me

The poem is saying that to you now

But don’t give anything for this poem

It doesn’t expect much. It will never say more

Than listening can explain

This poem wants you to laugh. Laugh at

Yourself, laugh at this poem, at all poetry

Now here’s what poetry can do

Imagine yourself a caterpillar

There’s an awful shrug and, suddenly

You’re beautiful for as long as you live