some days
i feel like
a rural postal worker
looking for addresses
that don’t exist
only finding
chained dogs
that are half mad
from the heat

other times
i am a poet
spilling my guts
to an empty theatre
wishing for someone
to hear the empty words
as they
tumble out
onto the black
laquered stage

i am both
i am neither
i am the last
snake oil salesmen
the only remaining
dial up internet provider
the greatest cunnilinguist
on an island

i’m just sad
for no reason
those are the times
i dislike most
no grand adventurer
or relic
from out of time
just sad

but i can be

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