Poem Abandoned by its (Putative) Author

I refuse to inhabit this poem
You won't find me anywhere near this poem
Let alone inside the pretentious funhouse thing
It's just dumb to try to say the unsayable
I refuse to support anybody's gossamer girders anymore
I refuse to stake a silly wabbit claim in unreal estate
I abdicate the hot buttered role of poet
It comes with ridiculous frippery anyway
Like a Halloween store open only two months a year
That pays its employees minimum wage (crazy/addict magnet)
Poem that must dress up like Elizabeth I or Sid Vicious
Poem that must dress up like Lesbiantron or Homotron
Poem that must dress up like Marilyn Manson or Ginsberg
Poem that must dress up like Wittgenstein or Betty Boop
Poem that must dress up like Walter Benjamin or Marilyn Monroe
Poem that must dress up like Cartman or Celan
The poem which is really a goth kid an emo bored outside the 7-11
It's just too gay to be inside a loitering poem
And (face it) all poems are loitering
I'm too old for the makeup this poem is trying to put on my face
I can't stand these poetry bowling shoes made out of rhino horn
Put down that camera no I'm not fucking Amish
It's just there's no way to do it
No way to stand here without striking a pose
And striking a pose is so gay
"It's Madonna night at Karaoke!" (finger on uvula)
I'm more concerned with extrapoetic activities
I will leave the poem gym to poem jocks like you
I abandon the locker room of the poem to you
I leave you in possession of the (open) field
You can shove your "pistols at dawn" up your asshole
Your asshole's that already been chapped & cleft by poetry
Your asshole and all the rest
You can mock me and make chicken sounds
As I abandon the field of the poem in a dress
And yes it is a wedding dress...with a long train
The field is muddy and I am a mess
Leaving something vaguely like a shit smear
On the field of the poem as I traverse it
On my way out
Shoving or kicking and cursing the occasional singing elf
In plastic football gear colliding with me in its mad dash
Towards the field of battle and valor