Furnaces and Space Heaters

From a Furnace to a Space Heater
(In His Poems Anyway)

Temperatures and impetus to write
the madness of new ideas, the unwieldy
excitement of discovering Nietzsche.

That out of nothing
truth may be written
engenders brilliant blazes
of grey-matter overtime.

Fingers whittled away the markings
of keyboards with anxiety
to understand the universe and the self;

Now every love poem written
is torn apart for compost.
Love felt cannot
be mirrored by little words.

All is melodrama or illiterate scratchings
He wants to write of brilliance and stars
but finitude is the heart of his love
and he cannot make his words right. 

MGB