The field of disillusioned fantasies: I made
sure to write that down so I could cross it
off later.
"Is that sun bothering you?" the waitress asked as
she pointed toward the sun.
"No," I said, "but that one is."
See, most people remember there being only
one sun, which is why what I said had
been a joke.

When I do write poetry, reason is balanced
on the circumstance of myself, the writer,
forgetting what a poet's goal might be. This in turn
lends a hand to a more decent example,
even if one must resort to metaphor, as say
treason.

(I was keeping this in past tense, but
what's the use...now?)

I can't tell anyone that I'm lying when
I say, "I know where these things are going."
This dependent of course on what these things
are, and where they are going. I also love
it when people put "Vaseline brand Motor Oil"
to avoid copyright infringement because,
I mean think about it. Think about it real hard,
and then we can have a cigarette.
"Who's we?" the reader asks.
"You're not thinking hard enough," answers line
eleven.

I'm sensing a pattern. Lately even chaos has
had its pattern, like my shirt, only less unbuttoned
because it's still cold in that way they decide
to gracefully mention their unpleasant visit. I
take it to heart, then tell them it'll be a great world
when the people stop expecting so much.

There are many "products of the brain" out there.
Mostly products of weak brains; including, but not
limited to, my own weak brain. I'd go so
far as to say that every "major" poet had
had a weak brain, but would that be an indirect
comparison between myself and major poets?
Some would argue "yes," while the others may
just simply turn the page.
 
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