out of blue
poetry has gone cool
too cold to chew gums
but hard enough to make a taboo
if I agree to write well
I do cartwheels on owrds
and i put Honda, Toyota, Wilson, Mazda, and Yamaha in
and poems of my friends will win
no wine
no drama
a poem is born
because there is the need to burst our angry wish into a line of air waves
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