Poetic Moments
I live in a garret on 59th street
above a bookstore and an Irish bar.
I listen to Classical music on a cheap
radio and smoke Parliament cigarettes.
I compose poetry. I feed my creativity
with whiskey through my afternoons and
write until my thoughts become mundane.
There are brief moments of brilliance.
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