the poets life

these things you gotta do

in the poets life

here on my knees

cleaning the crapper

the dust & stains

difficult memories

holding her hair as she threw up

things she could not hold onto

her sitting there crying again

unable to explain the why

& him the writer of the truth

cuddling the porcelain party night

uncaring about the line

forming in the hallway

the moments of relief

letting go of pasts mistakes

hoping for good resolutions

the poets life

here on my knees

praying again cleaning the crapper

fetching water pushing the broom

like a good poet need be

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