I Have to Write a Poem (Out in the Cold)

I have to write a poem
About the day I woke up to discover
Everyone was somewhere else
And I'd been left in the cold
But I can't use these words precisely
My circumstances are too obscure
Esoteric like a finger in a dyke
Like a dark man in bright woods
The words are changing as I watch
They're gaining their own ground
They like to contradict what I have to say
As well as just changing their meaning around

I have to write a poem
About daybreak in a frozen tundra
About permafrost glaciers untouched by leaves
There aren't enough trees around here
To leave a trace
But the words have twisted on me again
Now you call it syntax and delivery
I just call it semantic bullshit
You tell me to close my eyes and hold my nose
But I still can't stomach it
And since the words are all changing
I'd rather not disturb it