apad 22

2AM
Talking to Jay the puck
some say the mental fuck

corvid cousin saying
that at one time poetry
flowed in and out of the
room like diamonds or
moonstruck cats leaving

trails of words and images
strewn about the tables and the
minds like spilled coffee
leaving thoughts before leaving

or that is close to what he said
my poems were busy whispering from
the bag wanting their own voices

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