to be a poet you have to dig deep

with a shovel

have a ciggie

drink some booze

and let the pain explode

you have to show your wounds

and French kiss

up against a wall

break your heart

hold it in your hands

and watch the blood

drip down

write till your eyes can’t see

words anymore

listen to your favorite song

over and over again

speak the truth

that other can’t

and wave it around

in front of the ocean

where you skinny dip

till your skin freezes

and watch the sunrise

waiting for your muse

to arrive

so you could handcuff

it to your bed.

 

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