Stop calling my poetry "deep" you ignorant sluts!*

A few people have recently described my poetry as "deep." But they have it all wrong (I hope you're reading this right now, you ignorant sluts).

If it's deep it should be literal:
digging a hole in the ground for a wooden box -DEEP- that's literal
having sex . . . -DEEP- that's literal

If you can "feel" it emotionally,-
but not physically- it might be
pretty language, but it's
not a poem.

Poetry is coarse and rough- literally.
If you touch it, you could get a splinter
If you licked it, you could get herpes- THAT'S LITERAL- not deep.

*said with affection by the writer

She never did and never could put words together, out of her own head.
-GEORGE ELIOT
Middlemarch

Expanding the Universe

"Pushing out the universe." Where are the instructions on this? Should I be looking inside myself or outside, at the world?

I don't believe in God. I want to make that clear. What else can I tell you about me?

Confusion hurts. Especially when you thought you had it right. For once.

Let's see . . . what else?

I'm only silent because I assume that if I were honest with you, you'd:
a) be bored with whatever I have to say.
or
b) hate me for it.

Oh, and there's never enough time to say it all, is there?