Unpublished

I’ve never read Bukowski 

I never cared for Shelley 

I never gave a hoot for

the beat poet revolution,

I’m me and I needed to 

suss that out, the rest is 

literature dysentery,

it’s a cliché romance,

an obtuse prosaic metaphor,

I don’t write for the readers

to guess, I write to confess 

all the shit I can’t say in person

and that’s the reason I’ll remain

Unpublished