What are we pretending?
Like we might be noticed?
…and then exiled,
like Cicero.
Silly poets.
Silly me.
My blood is draining,
take it from me.
I’m Tired
poetics
if you’re ever in need
An Ars Poetica
Imagine with me this time.
Yes, I am going off the rails.
None the less, imagine
with me this time.
The world is warm and simple.
What?
Oh, yes, that is it.
Not enough?
Let me hold you instead.