And Now, A Word From Our Sponsor

And Now, A Word From Our Sponsor long poem

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I blame myself
I could blame others
but I’m always around
I’m the boss
I live and I’ll die here
when folks say, he was
always here so they
built the place around him,
I’m the one they mean

I’m inside
a fortress, a factory,
an organic domicile,
a whore house
of Bukowski-esque proportions,
university of the mind
slum of the will
an amusement park
of a coliseum
with a sewer down its middle

Having been given a ticket
I missed the event
I was there at the start
but I got distracted
allowed myself to get distracted
I saw what I thought were prizes
spoils for the victors
and didn’t want them
didn’t want to sell out
to Big Poetry
become another professor
with nothing to profess
but my own brand of pabulum
toil inside my head
for nothing
so I toiled for someone else
inside my head
for coin of the realm
and here I am
unable to reenter
now the second half has begun

I know what I don’t like
there’s a certain look
and I see it in the mirror
so my reflection is a stranger
if that makes me a vampire
then so be it
feeding on myself
kidding myself I don’t need
your approval
that my work is its own reward
and I’d write my mind
even if there were no forum
but we all know
an exhibitionist
without an audience
is just a dirty person
in search of a shower

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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OMG I dash for the shower—-sorry very powerful poem on self I think. I dont beleive its your-self.
A kinda bleak vision on poets and dabblers, but non the less I did look in the mirror—and a vision of???


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