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to milk

“ if you don’t live it, it won’t come out of your horn “

 

that was Bird.

that was a statement

 

not a fine piece of writing

fished off

from the very heart and soul of the flesh

who walked the line and never got back,

others withered away.

 

get a life.

write about it.

 

yeah, every poet is a thief

but nobody said

 

just stay there, don’t move

 

from your safefuckingdistance

and do some more

of that

sucking

on those tits

 

what yer

best buds

will surely call

 

p – o – e – t – i – c

 

l – i – c – e – n – s – e

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talk about hitting the nail right on the head

“ do not be overly influenced by any writer you may or may not admire.

including me, in fact especially me. this will lead to imitation, which is

to be avoided at all costs. “

 

joseph ridgwell

 

 

“ now start writing something truly novel. “

 

anggo genorga

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glittergutter

technology

works

in mysterious ways.

you’ll get there,

keep on posting

because writing ain’t

enough.

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hung

hung

in vino veritas, a dude say this
if he messed up big time and
realized what an asshole
he was the last night,

and between the busted lip
i’m still trying to figure out
how i got it
and
the asshole
on a large fucking scale
that i happened to
channel
is some poetic place
where the humor
found in self – deprecation
can be championed
and a universal belief
that no one
can deny the asshole
in everyone
because after all,
everybody has one
or so they say ;

and i’m pretty sure
there’s poetry to milk
from this headache
just like the poetry on looking
at oneself in a mirror
and talking to yourself
and somehow managed
to interrupt your own
fucking
conversation

or maybe it ain’t poetry
at all but just me
talkin’ with my head
pretty close
to my ass
as my wife repeat the word
to me again and again,

but you know what,
in any given time of the day,
i will never trade in the
goddamn drunk asshole with the
goddamn drunk asshole
that talks behind my back.

that being said, now let me
wallow on the surprise of
having a chirped tooth as well.

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yeah, i’m the conduit

i am waiting for a flash of brilliance to pregnant my mind with metaphors.
I am waiting for imagery to cloud my mind.
i am waiting for genius to strike and make things happen.
i am waiting for an inspired envy to steal someone else’s idea and make it my own.
i am waiting for something to rant about and call it poetry.
i am waiting for this false bravado to get all worked up and be poetic.
i am waiting for this clinging naivety to speak of a dream – covered scream.
i am waiting for this throbbing desperation to manifest the poet in me.
i am waiting for this hope, masked and ready to defy rules in poetry writing if there are still such rules that apply.
i am waiting for visions left not maimed by stillness.
i am waiting for despair to make its presence felt.
i am waiting for boredom to possess some appeal and impress me.
i am waiting for a heartache that’s not quick and easy to understand and accept.
i am waiting for my thirty six year old emptiness to echo my teenage angst.
i am waiting for my aging private turmoil to channel my turbulent years way past down the line.
i am waiting for obscurity to reappear and show its ugly face once more.
i am waiting for ghosts to invoke the creative spirits.
i am waiting for a life reimagined.
spare me the cold embrace of age, the comfort of love,
i am not waiting for that.
i prefer to recall the troubles of my long, lost self and nail it down to paper.
and where are the muses when you needed them ?
all bled out and dry like some barren desert ;
know that my death scars’ healing has begun.
know that to milk desperation is no piece of cake.
know that first thought, best thought never made things easy.
know that channeling words is not just a walk in the park,
i tell you —–

you wait for it.

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