left
just a dick to fuck
with and we should know
that by now
we are shallow
buried in
6 ft. holes
still. uncomfortable.
and once
the smile leaves
the face
we lie
hoping
there is still
some one
to cry
for us
when we have
nothing
at all
left
remember
to just write
for ourselves
for the sake
of writing
the pure act
of doing it
we have to have
others read
our words
hearts
souls
assholes
we have to have
praise
some one to say
this changed
my thinking
my way
my life
our own words
are not enough
for us
to keep
we must enlighten
the populace
so obvious
so stupid
so self serving
and now we hate
Bukowski and Ginsburg
again and again
because it's fashionable
again and
again
there never was
a mystery
only obvious bullshit
disguised
as prophecy
I can't deny it
so please
when you read
my poetry
remember
I am
only fooling
myself
Bio: Keith Landrum is a writer, worker, punker, drinker, lowlife, lowbrow man of society, culture, and bullshit. He lives in Chattanooga, TN with his wife and 2 daughters.
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