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Full of myself
Thanksgiving writing poetic hangover
Gluttonous
Snatched the last glazed verb from the table
Downed the last glass of iced metaphor
Prostrate on the couch
Yup
The poetic
“itis”
Pat on the back
Singing
“Smiling Faces, Sometimes..”
In my best poetic voice
Listening
“Yeah, bruh,
That poem was lit...!”
And I ate it
All of it
Like a fat kid loves chocolate Twinkies and root beer floats
All of it
HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGH…
Overdosing
Then
He played for me
“This Is Madness…”
In hand
My pen got smaller
And smaller
Disappearing into nothingness
Dust
On my notepad
Reflection
Reality check
I really ain't all that...
Changing the menu
Soft nouns
Warm adjectives
Back to kindergarten
Sitting in class
Front row
Attentive ears and thirsty brain
The Last Poets
Teaching
Lesson one begins
Again
