i am one sexually transmitted disease induced delirium away from the penniless cliche the poet found dead in an opium death

the writer other writers think is brilliant but the normal person cannot be bothered to read a line of as i beg and plead desperately

published into the halls of obscurity to fade into the margins of poetic dissonance unheard no matter how loudly i scream out

tired and retired by the oft pursued dream of ignobility in the face of certain uncertainty to rot as mulch for the talented

6 thoughts on “tired

  1. Not so! You are wickedly talented! But you are also a creative and as such we always think we don’t matter or make a difference. You do! You matter to me, Chris and James, we are family. Never, never, never doubt that you are talented. I will remind you daily my brother!

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