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why i
can’t be a poet & i don’t have a cat
I'm not
sure if I can be
a poet
I don't have a cat
if I did,
I'm still not sure I
could be a poet
because I'd probably
be spending all my time
dressing it up as a baby
wrapped in a towel
or swinging a
glowstick around
in the dark
just to mess with
it's MIND
or some shit like that
& that's also
why I don't have
a cat
hedge
animals
Your hedge animals are
Getting too close
To my hedge animals
My hedge animals are
Starting to feel
uncomfortable
My hedge animals
Are starting to feel
A growing sense
of horror
the horror is
Polanski-ish
Slow to build
And smells like tannis root
My hedge animal's
horror isn't
that serious though
Not prison time serious
Not have to leave
the country serious
My hedge animals
are starting to sing starting to
Hum covering their ears
like that kid in sixth sense
my hedge animals
Have the heebie-jeebies
and need some personal space
Your hedge animals are
Getting too close
To my hedge animals
Death
and ceramics
I took a ceramics
Class with death
Some people called him
The Grim reaper
Or angel of death
He was really good at ceramics
He could throw a pot really well
But his favorite thing to do
Was
Raku technique
He said it was because he
Really liked fire-
He thought he might be a
Pyromaniac
He wrote a lot of poems about fire in his
Journal
Listened to Def Leppard
But he wouldn't let me see
Death had a facial paralysis-
a palsy
He said it happened when he was
eight
Something tragic
On a seesaw
A crack in the pavement
Some kid went down
And death went
To the emergency room
And got stitches
He was really nice-death was
He made me a teapot
He didn't even stay to take the final exam
Said ceramics just wasn't his thing
Said he couldn't afford a kiln
Let’s
play hangman using questionable body parts (poem)
Let's play
hangman using
black- light
markers
I bought from
Spencers
Let's play
hangman using
questionable
body parts
We can blast
James brown
and drink
beer
Out of brown
paper bags
We can rage
against
the machine
Or the
Kennedys
I will
probably get hungry
And request
some nachos
Through the
late-night
drive through
losing track
of time
And letter
space
Playing
hangman using
black- light
markers
I bought from
Spencers
When
you get desperate
When you get desperate enough
To type "magic 8 ball" in
The google search engine
then,
you & i
we'll have connected
on a
much
DEEPER
plane
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