April the Fifteenth (Hong Kong) Poet Jet-Lag

Today, my poetry is tired
It’s not steam-driven
Or awe-inspired
I can’t take it as a given
That it will be even ‘oil-fired’

It may not rhyme at either end
It may have no intrinsic value
It may contain nuts
And the bolts of a poem
Or it may not do that
In fact
For all that this poem has lacked…
At least it’s short.