Poems About Poetry
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I’d rather run out of my house with no destination in mind
than reading poems about the same old poetry
When every poet in the world
writes about the same black ink
that courses down the veins to the fingertips
that holds the same pen
there is no thought of an individual
that bends the universal river
that sends goosebumps to the feather tips of the quiver
once held by playwrights and philosophers
poets dare to take away my pride
that simmers and boils and simmers
like a bipolar somebody who lives as a nobody
running without a purpose
letting go of the pendulum of his mood and attitude that swings from the same latitude to latitude
I’d rather be beautifully lost,
thoughts hidden in crumpled paper
let debris slap me in the face below my eyes
let a developing story take me by surprise
away from the demise
I’d rather travel down different creeks and build my own river
than to read
the same
poetry.