If I Say So

This poem is about just sex or rhyme.
This poem is about just birds that sing.
This poem is about just love or time.
This poem is about not anything.
This poem does not have a repetition.
This poem does not have a single rhyme.
This poem does not have a heart, condition,
Or reason, rhythm, metaphor, or time.
Poetry has used up all of the forms.
There's no such thing as anything that's new.
I have rejected each one of the norms.
There's no such thing as Beauty or the True.
So this is not a sonnet or a poem--
It is a fragile hummingbird snow-golem.