poetry is a flatulent comeback
too late but nevermind
left
in
natures bushes and brush and grass
all good
poetry is a direwolfs heart
loose
on
the
transit tarmac
running 7 miles
on its toes
poetry is a bewilderbeast
hooting for attention
hooting for a ride
on
the
electraglide blacktop
backcombing its intentions
poetry is a road movie
in a circus mirror
poetry is a good dinner
and the pork lodged afterwards
in
your
yellow
incisors
that your tongue
has to touch
has to touch
has to touch
poetry is a forgotten anxiety
from wheneverthefuck
cold-calling you
in your weeknight pyjamas
poetry is graffiti and gospel
scratched in the escalators
hard-to-reach
sliding-by
plasterboard
between the magazine cover ads
repeating like a warhol convoy
poetry is your dream newspaper scream
and the dark dark sitcom
of
your
alone
alone
mind time
poetry is cotton mist and steel fact
let off the leash
kicking and screaming
playing hard
working hard
in the veins of the electric delta
poetry is on the bookshelf
broken spine
calling for you
poetry is a hummingbird
simple as that
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