A world of perplexity and complexity

I understand the idea behind postmodern poetry just not the execution or dissecting of it.

Postmodern poetry uses these themes
1. iconoclasm
2. formlessness
3. groundlessness
4. populism

It seems to mainly focus on the language rather than the content, or maybe I just think that because I'm too caught up in the language to understand to the content.
What I mean to say is this; I've been browsing through these poets all night, and I do not understand a single fucking point they are trying to make. I feel like I'm illiterate or even...STUPID! oh god oh god. *breathes into a bag* not stupid. please, not stupid...

I SORT OF understood this poem.
http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/21054

I started to recognize a pattern to her verse. Just barely.

This mother fucker; however, Jim Rosenberg, put my brain in a blender. If you can unravel this enigma, I will buy you lunch.
http://www.well.com/user/jer/winding/44.html

These writers are edgy and make me feel lame and conventional.

Here's a new one I wrote when I got back from kansas. Don't worry. It makes sense.

First Morning

Tell the thick

leaved trees

to hush

for the mourning dove.

Save the vibration

of powerlines

and stop the garbage can lid

in its clanging descent.

For a moment,

praise the first red light

on the horizon

and forget about

recipes in old books

with worn bindings.

Watch the bird

rustle her oily wings

then rest on

your front stoop.

Halt all movement

and let this ripple

in your chest like thunder

because like you,

She was born

in this hour

full of song

and ready.