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[ On Poetry ] No Reservations
Dining on simplified
deep fried
servings of poet speak
I hunger for more
than just an appetizer
fly in the soup anecdotes
or word salad
Though this may be
where your bread is buttered
I leave your table
wanting
I have no reservations
or patience to wait out longer lines
for a roasted beast centerpiece
snarling in my direction
jaws ready to clamp down
vice gripping
fangs ripping
even the steadiest hand
should one dare to remove
the apple from its tusks
As you struggle to chew
swallow
digest it
real poetry bites back
the harder the better
Real poetry bites
leaving teeth marks
Wanting
I get up and leave
this tip on your table
rather than the praise
you were starving for
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