angst cycle (iii)
[G] (i)

so what if the guy asked
how do you write good poetry

let me make it clear
i don’t know i do
i just know my stuff
doesn’t fit the form of crud

poetry’s a whole mind thing
all the cast
all the arts

don’t censor
the warped idea from underneath
that’s the treasure
trying to consciously construct
a clever trick
just consciously constructs
a bus made of brick

these poems
this conversation
of talking to myself
is raw
too raw for edit
i’m too raw to edit too
give me a year
of emotional sudso

other poets
other people
have other ways
ask them

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