Midnight
lift this burden to midnight skies
midnight skies who conjure up midnight lies
midnight travels scream midnight whys
poets moan midnight siqhs
as poetry grieves a poet's midnight cries
so what if i've earned a bronze hand
i'll just paint beautiful prose with my left nub
but first i'll unscrew the bulb,
or can i perfect this 14th line in the dark?
the pen marks me, targets me
i mean him
well forgive him
i mean me.....
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