Poetry isn't you

This is, quite literally,
a response to that dull sensation.
Too many coffees  
bad food
another long night ahead
left my books at home
the work computer has every ounce of fun
blocked as inappropiate.
 
In my humblest of opinions
I would say working 12 hours flat out
on a Sunday, so 900 of the nearly dead
can sit on synthetic blue seats
and watch a tribute to the 60's  
for the same price  
that it would cost me
to go one-on-one with a better fighter
for an hour
and learn a hell of a lot about myself.
That's inappropriate.
 
Poetry is a joke,
but I like it.
It needs to be said though:
Poetry comes from going at it full speed
not sitting on your ass  
and drawing conclusions
then breaking them down
in to short little lines.
Pondering existence is for the poets,
but not for poetry.
 
I suppose, when you relearn it all,
it makes sense.
Poetry is being in the middle of it all
and being blown away,
but carrying on.
It's not five stanzas  
on why the clouds are grey.
It's not too much time
and a rhyming dictionary
or something someone can beatbox to.
It's not a platform to tell the world
that you live and die for this.
Poetry is just what happens
when you're doing 'it.'
 
That 'it' is what you make of it.
We all have our own versions of living,
but certain lifestyles aren't conducive to poetry.
The kids rely on immitation,
hell, most of the adults sound like
a cut and paste secondary-school
key text in English Language
with a metronome ticking away
in the back ground.
 
I just don't think poetry is you.
It seems that everything you do
is about poetry, but there's no poetry there.
The closer I get to poetry,
the less I want anything to do with it.
When poetry exists,
there's no time to sit and write it all down
apart from during these
long rewardless days
when there's no one around  
to bum a cigarette from.
 
So, stop the poetry,
and don't let it happen,
it probably won't.
That's why we're all here I guess,
to convince each other
that we writhe in poetry
in a place where it couldn't
be more absent.