Test poet, test poem,
test post –
is this thing visible,
audible, there for you?
Am I showing up?
Is there something present?
A small number of words
being sent into the air. A small man
frantic for impact. A small poem
typed into a white field on a small screen –
testing this as a connection,
failing in confidence, failing as art
when it’s this desperate, when it matters
too much to me.