Stupid Tuesday

Nobody wants to read a poem everyday.
I mean, some people want to read poems everyday,
but nobody knows why.
I mean, why write poems on a blog, or anywhere?
It doesn't make sense.
Even people who like poetry hate it.
Not because it's bad, because it isn't. It's beautiful.
I love it, though I don't know why.
When I say I love it, I'm not exaggerating, but I'm not
telling the truth.
I hate myself sometimes.
I fall in love too, but mostly with strangers.
And then there's my kids. I love them because they
are, like, the eternal strangers.
I know them really well and don't know them at all.
As the night wears on I find I get stupider.
It's not the beer, it's the stupider.