Purpose Poem

This is supposed to be a poem but

sometimes I just can’t write;

words become words become words become words

on a scattered page and

I forget how to make meaning,

meaning my poems are shit;

sometimes I just feel like shit --

sometimes I write that way, too.

Does it make sense not to

make sense but instead just to

throw words together in some formation and form lines

on a blank page to

make sense of forgetting

that my poems are shit;

if it’s okay to write trash sometimes

why do I feel like it when I make it?

Words become words become words become words

in a shrinking, scattered mind and

sometimes I just can’t write but

does it make sense for this to be a poem?