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I Am Not A Poet

I Am Not A Poet

This is just some shit I wrote on the bus.

I cut myself shaving this morning

Imagine my surprise 

When my blood ran black as India ink as it oxidized.

So I filled my chromed fountain pen with this ebony excretion

And wrote this poem for you beloved.

But sometimes-even blood is not enough.

And no matter how many time’s

the poets write the same lies

Love,

Love is never enough.