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God I Hate Poetry

Poetry exacerbates
The small things
The tiny imperfections
The blemishes up and down a parchment
Smudge
Smudge
Smudge
Work it in, get me good
My heart will arrest
And then maybe my fingers will write
Free from the meddling of this
Logical,
Soggy brain.
--September 30, 2005