A Poet DreamsA Poem by gram linskiIt's goodnight from me and it's goodnight from himTis a sad day for poetry, the day the writing dies, I sense a malaise, a maleficent, malignant undertow washing through words and rainbow dreams, a thousand poets joined as one, and still the same s**t, bullshit, bromide blues, high school 2:02 readers of words without comment receivers of praise without reviews, a moral obligation, shat upon, a friendly welcoming hand shake, I like your work, please like me too, give and take and take and give f**k all, bored with the unknown unseen battlefields, It's got f**k all to do with me, Tis a sad day for poetry, the day the writing dies, The man they couldn't hang dragged his heels in the sand, laughed a mirthless laugh, said; let's try this s**t again, The End !
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11 Reviews Added on March 30, 2019 Last Updated on March 31, 2019 Authorgram linskiAboutCaged In An Animal's Mind Caged in an animal's mind; No wish to be more or else Than I am; a smile and a grief Of breath that thinks with its blood, Yet straining despite; unsure In my stir .. more..Writing
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