Poetry

I read this shit twice.
Three times.
Sometimes four.
I don't understand much.
A sentence.
A phrase.
So why do I read it?
Because I want to understand?
But why?
When there is so much that is easily understood
And as good or almost as good
As this shit
I pore
Over
And over
All night
In my cab
Thinking
What the fuck.
I could be reading
Lonesome Dove again.