the Pulitzer collected poems

i wanted

this book of his collected poems,

(name withheld)

to stir

me.

to whip me into some sort

of poetic

frenzy,

to chain me to my chair,

not eating

or drinking for hours,

ignoring

the phone,

the tapping of friends

at my window,

just locked into the words

set before me,

as i turn the pages.

but no,

although it's heavy enough

to keep the door

from swinging

closed, when set upon

the floor.