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Extravaganza
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I am staring at a blank page
The words are not flowing
And I long to be at home
I have a kindness poem
Blurring and remaking my mind
I brainstorm on the prompts I write
I am grief-stricken for my thoughts
I teleport unfinished verses...
They reappear with completed stanza
Extravaganza
I check out a new book three times a week
But the pretty librarian does not want...
... To go on a date with a man like me
So I wish upon a satellite...
Because stars are imagined things
So at an agreed hour I enter a bar
Brisk pace ... Then the police comes in
The clientele have undergone a transformation
I collect my inspiration or pass it
Then the opposition spies
But my pretty muse confirms...
I speak to no one, I contact nobody
... ... ...
I am staring at a blank page
The words are not flowing
And I long to be at home
I have a kindness poem
Blurring and remaking my mind
I brainstorm on the prompts I write
I am grief-stricken for my thoughts
I teleport unfinished verses...
They reappear with completed stanza
Extravaganza
I check out a new book three times a week
But the pretty librarian does not want...
... To go on a date with a man like me
So I wish upon a satellite...
Because stars are imagined things
So at an agreed hour I enter a bar
Brisk pace ... Then the police comes in
The clientele have undergone a transformation
I collect my inspiration or pass it
Then the opposition spies
But my pretty muse confirms...
I speak to no one, I contact nobody
... ... ...
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