blood paint & splatters

they want to be poets

& god I want them to be poets too

could do with the company

but somewhere

they got these mad ideas pushed into them

has to rhyme all the time

& we get moon in June

howling at the moon

though at what is never quite clear

as if obfuscation is cleverer

than saying what you want

mean to say

& I hope they get the thin blooded girls

rather than me

the neurotic smilers

beguilers in never quite being straight up

about their needs

to live in garrets starving on rice & beans

opening up bar stools for me & the boys

didn’t get our literature degrees

who write in blood paint & splatters

struggling telling you how it all feels

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