Poetry is not imagined

It is not a past time for the wounded

Or those who are in love at the moment

It can not be for the weak

It weeds out the fake words

It watches you in the gutter

And gives you the words three months later

Poetry is real

Its the moon

Its the riff in music

It is dirty

And clean

Its a heartbreak never forgotten

Its the reason you don’t give a fuck

And do give a fuck

At life’s last deep breath

There is poetry




The same for all of us

Lets not ignore





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