No Poet

by Dan Corjescu / November 20th, 2022

I’m not really a poet
I’m anti-gravity
I’m stale mashed potatoes and gravy
I’m what’s left out
After your last pay check
I’m the last words your wife says
Before she kicks you out
I’m the bum you most want to avoid
Nah, I ain’t no poet
I’m the lamplight the city always
Forgets to fix
I’m smallpox
I’m aphasia
I’m that feeling you have
After bad sex
My rhymes are epileptic seizures
My metaphors and similes
Lost airport baggage
I’m a fucking mess
Don’t read me
But please
Do

Pay for my dinner

 

Dan Corjescu teaches at the University of Tübingen's "Studium Professionale" program. Read other articles by Dan.

This article was posted on Sunday, November 20th, 2022 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.