These are all the same poem
– I know that –
just a favorite eighties’ cassette played
with auto-reverse
over and over again
and over and over again
and over
and over again.
I can’t help it.
I still feel it.
I can’t get these words
these feelings out of my system
so I keep writing it
ad nauseam
ad infinitum
ad ultimum.

I’m sorry.
You have no idea how sorry I am
to be this kind of repetitive creator.
I’d change me if I could change time
and stop vomiting out
this same damned thing
over and over again
and over
and over.