Nothing (In four parts)

I
Poetry
Is not some
thing I am good at.
I try (maybe not hard enough),
But
somehow
It ends up looking like this.

Damnit.

II
I remember this Ogden Nash book lying around at home. My brother had picked it up, and though I never saw him read it, he knew all the clever ones. Clever chap, my brother.
I remember wondering [...]