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Read a poem by another poet written
on the same day:
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I should be more asleep except
someone's yappy dog
has been going off
for over an hour.
Burglary? they would have
the house cleared out by now.
Assault? someone needs the shakedown.
No, the dog probably needs
a good ass whipping
by someone who knows how to give it.
Better yet, let's include the owner.the poetry slam is over.
that girl I once wanted
so bad? she spent
lots of time with
someone else.
someone with a longer
pony tail with a beard,
someone who dresses like
someone's mother gave him
her vintage clothing her taste runs wilder than rice than me *** I'm trying not to be so awake but
the dog has got me thinking
dogs don't bark without terror
unless they're puppies and then
they bark to hear their voice.
and from terror. I am too awake to write this.
the terror of night has not yet
seized my heart,
and I am beyond wanting to just
hear my voice.
clap for thunder, my dear god.
soon I feel the candle
of my imagination will be lit
and great sparks will be
tossed upward. that girl I wanted?
she knows what her muse should
look like,
and how to lure him into her imagination.
that puppy? he still barks at
his night terrors,
his crimson fog,
his field of circumstantial ghosts.
someone pointed out that
UNIVERSE
is YOU AND I VERSE.
what does that mean, exactly?
I don't know, except that
we all write poor poetry.
the puppy seems to have shut up.
perhaps he outgrew his terrors
at an early age
or perhaps someone took him inside
and enveloped him into the
warmth of their blankets
or perhaps someone handed him
their driving wedge.
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