poetry school

a grasp of the language
sounds
stops and starts
epiphanies
outperforming robots
with little or no understanding
of blue or loss or love
i understand by the yellow notice
on my new front door
that i am behind on my electric bill
not unlike times before
squeezing the juice
playing the game
forgetting money
a poet
after all

9-19-24

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