Lucky Strike

Poetry tried to be cool
So I punched it in the face
and I said, "poetry, you were never cool"
Then, it tried to get cute
and, so, I drew blood
Not a lot
Just enough to show poetry what the juice looks like
After that, poetry got comfy
Moved in for a while
Before I knew it
Poetry made off in the middle of the night with all my belongings
All my longings
And all my belittlement
Dashed off did poetry
Into the woods
To live with a better man
A cuter man
A much cooler man than I
Off the grid
and into some heavy shit
--
4.25.11

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