What Good is it to Chat with You, Third Cousin to the Muse?

I instead will write a poem for every
hour, for every minute
and spread them all like ash
back over the world

I will write in characters
small, making up a character
and collect them in a database
and make them available online for free

poems like the innocence of young boys
who run after their fathers
(if you see this you will know what I mean)
poems like infant speech

a poem is meant to be honest
like George Washington telling
one lie only
beautiful, quotidien poems will be lost,
will be bled for fever
and leave behind wooden teeth and tree stumps

belonging to no one
like "Footprints," worth so much
when it carries you, printed again and again
to be remembered

remembered like childhood
in memoirs, like life in autobiographies,
like speech again whispered meaningless in a lover's ear