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It’s hard to clear your head when you’re the clutter.
I write poems compulsively
on elevators, in food service lines
most are rotten, some are quite fine,
you may have read ones unforgotten.
Do you look sad on the coffee shop line?
I give you a back-story and write you a tale.
How you loved, tried your best but failed.
My idle world is one of imagination
My mind’s a hummingbird of poem generation.
It's evening and we're at a fine restaurant.
“Are you listening?” My bf might ask.
“No, sorry,” I admit, chagrined.
I'd been making up a poem
and how I'd lost the thread.
Hey, I’m in on the joke
I embrace stupid things.
I work when I work -
I mean I study when I study
But the moment - and I mean the moment
that structure is overthrown
My mind is free to roam and poem.
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Songs for this:
Can't Tame Her by Zara Larsson
Boyfriend by Mabel
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