Three Crows and a Circle of Dead Trees
I am an example of a poet. Unlike non-poets, which are displayed on your television in order of importance, poets can be seen in your memory, a shoebox in the closet, or a noise from another room.
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The witnesses don’t talk
The witnesses don’t talk And hushed conversations duck around corners The birds don’t sing And bugs are made of 30X stainless steel Our associates made it into town last week They explained it was damp here and overcast Suggested I bring a raincoat And tell my wife I love her
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Sorry I’m Late
Too drunk to read your texts Or hints from the host screaming
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The Poem Should Have Read
The poem should have read, “I’m here to lie to all of you Saying I’m handsome and witty But there’s no point and there’s no use Because I’m ugly and shitty” Done — over with — in four lines But now we’re here and no better for it The lesson should have gone without saying
Three Crows and a Circle of Dead Trees 