My Ode to Stuff

I looked into the mirror
Stop
Eating an ice cream cone
Melting
Dressing in the morning
Painful
Dizzying
Working toward a future
Determined

The above was a crappy attempt at a poem.  I don't really care. I don't write poetry. In fact I write violent literature and it's not for the faint of heart.  Sometimes I write in different genres, but not that often. The above poem I was kind of being pretentious and at the same time boring. 

Really, though, what makes good poetry? I took a class on this topic in college, but we never really came across any conclusions. It is what it is, but that's not good enough.

O well.  Not much to say today. I'm tired and I don't care.