Knez of Egoslavia
1.Finding a package of favoritepens I thought I lostrecovers a dare I thought I lostI honestly try to guide a pen from uncapped to ink deathThe pens, I use them, they fall out of pocketsstowed in a fanny pack on a late December hikesometimes, most not, not dead after snow meltsThe little rubber balls on their tips when they're bornThumbing the little balls off2.You don't care about my theories of poetrywhich is why I could say anything and you'd bracketin side bar if you thought it'd sell a subscriptionMy theory of poetry: I write like I talk always an 8thtoo fast. My theory of art: I'm indiscriminate,naive. My theory of music: I'm indiscriminate, hornyPlease side bar me
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