Poetry (Too Much), Poems (Too Many) 041912

I read poetry
til I can't
make any sense of it (forgive me).
It doesn't take long.
Sometimes I just want to be told
what it is,
straightaway,
sans metaphor and the great leaps.
Take me by the hand gently,
move me through it slow.
I'll try and make sense of it
til I can't.
It won't take long.