Joey Cloudy online

 Fuck Poets

I ain’t fucking no more poets! 

I mean it. I’ll still be friends with’em 

And hang out with’em once a week 

at the bars, bookstores, and record stores. 

But outside of the readings, workshops and features

I’m through fucking them. 

They’re all “door knob sucking crazy.” 

The bartender’s right as the weatherman. 

The insane ones, they fuck the best. 

There is nothing like being  

Caught in the monster grip of madness, 

Being eaten alive by living demons. 

But, poets are all impossible, 

It’s like living with a force of nature, 

Waiting for the perfect storm to come. 

And you never see the great wave 

That buries you alive 

Under its crushing weight. 

You just go

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Beneath its greater power.