You're sludgewall
You can have convenience, which I can never spell correctly without a prompter now
So I drink myself to knot and beyond
A poet is a poet, what more do you want?
A poet is their soul, and that is why I hate them, unless they are hot
I heave you, poets!
I am fast that needs to glean you with your words, its pure means, if just for a moment, poets
I love your poetry
Oh, you silly, strong, seized, wild, mainline, mad poets!
you make me drink more because I feel more
Oh, how I lust for the wiggle in your verse, your sumptuous phrase
When you make an ugly word beautiful and the best word real
Frank Sauce
- By Jeffrey Bershaw
- from Portland, OR
- I'll try to write as little as possible. I'm a little man with high hopes, pipe dreams and little machines inside that keep me writing.
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- Painting by Anna Todaro
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