Since the great poets have passed;
Since the great readers hurry past for coffee;
Since the El Nino will rain out the book festival;
To exhibit my work, I will write with Sharpie on my tongue and
In every wrinkle, to exhibit my worth.
The Worst of Me
The worst thing I ever did
Was to disappear from the eyes and ears of others.
At my youngest, I was solitary, powerful,
But a trophy of my own faint praise.
There was admiration from older minds
And toleration from my school yard buds.
After school, I still kept myself lost from view
When opportunity came knocking
knocking
knocking.
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