Poetry is uneven
reading or writing it
dealing with it
sets me off my feet
I sometimes throw liquor
or sex around it and hope it's well suited
I liken it to things
without its likeness or like of it
to see if it adds what I've been missing
I need success —not
sex or songbirds or anything I have
or haven't had
It's a pity that I love it anyway
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At Odds & Loose Ends: A poetry Collection
PoetryPoems new and old that didn't fit into other collections or were out for consideration at the time. All of my loose ends.
