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Poet at the helm

Maybe I'll go all Bukowski on you, turn your cheeks scarlet red. A little Emily Dickerson, with a lot of talk about death and the dead. How about some dr. Seuss, that will make you laugh till it hurts in your side. Or few words from Orson Welles on the radio when two worlds collide. Turn your heart to mush like Browning, Yeats and Shakespeare. Opening your eyes like Robert Frost to the earth and nature he loved so dear. Make myself a voice like Dylan Thomas for the literary scene. Or Allen Ginsberg, William Blake and T.S. Eliot on the movie screen. I can't be them cuz I got to be me, they set the bar. So I have to break the chains by taking it a little too far. Maybe you won't like it that I step out of their realm. But I have to do it because, I want to be the next poet at the helm

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