There’s a poem I want to write
That can’t ever be written
And every time it is in sight
It can’t be seen or smitten
It’s in an un-existing state
Always brings no reaction
Of nothing to alleviate
No thoughts for making fraction
The “not poem” that is not here
Can’t exist or have letter
But reads the same always as clear
Yet can’t reread as better
Paul Moosberg
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/describing-the-not-poem/
