My tiredness (fatigue would be more exact) is like a dead fish,
or a simile dreamed up when I was so tired
I couldn’t dream up a decent simile.
Which reminds me
how once someone criticized my poems
because they lacked metaphors.
It was the kind of criticism
that was like a punch in the face from a small bird,
which is a simile.
Personally, I think
the only good poem is a poem where the entire poem
is a metaphor
and you can’t work out what it’s a metaphor for.
I think I don’t think the same way most people think.