Write (A Poem)


Come on, it’s not that hard

“Her eyes like the sun, scorching like Hell”

Not very good.



Come on, put something down

“His hands like velvet, choking me”

Not much better.


Come on, poets do this everyday

And yet,

When I try to write the words

I don’t know what to say


I could languish away

Never quenched by the poet’s water

Cascading, flowing, gushing, vomiting

Into a dry savannah


I could starve to death

Never satisfied by the poet’s love

The incandescent touch that

Grates and chafes



Write me something beautiful and revolting

Something appealing yet grotesque

Write, about anything.



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