welcome peons and prostitutes of poetry worldwide
or metro-area wide
,or at least county wide
where you risk it all
lose it all
and get back more...
what has it made you do?
do you drink for poetry?
do you gamble for poetry?
do you drug for poetry?
do you revolutionize for poetry?
do you finger the wind's pussy
like an awkward prom date for poetry?
do you drive for poetry?
do you figure yourself a combatant?
do you fashion yourself a bukowski?
slumping in the low level metaphorical slum
of yr middle-class life?
how beat is that?
do you rhyme or curse for effect?
do you sweat over line breaks
or does that line break you.
i fucking hope not?
is it just an outlet for yr socket
too big for any other dam wall
or something else entirely
something more pure
in a dirty clean town filled with
a main street and a high rise for people
with gold watches to fuck and gamble away-in i
splashed with traffic perfume
of this pseudo-city.