so you’re still writing poetry?
you heartlessly say
the last word dropping from your lips
like a crumpled sheet of paper
rolling out of your hand into the bin
yes. i’m still writing poetry
there’s nothing i can do about it
it’s like people asking me
if i’m growing my beard
it grows, there are no two ways about it
not unlike your armpit hair
unless you check it with satin care
no? now where would you be
without your cosmetic weapons?
so i don’t have a choice, really
poetry just happens
1 comment:
Haha indeed it does.
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