tossing them on floors
with the rest of the shit
that won't stick on the walls,
won't go anywhere,
doesn't belong anywhere.
I'm stealing titles
wrecking my keyboard
tearing up the keys,
I don't type so fast anymore,
I've noticed I have less to say--
I'mrunningdry--
looking anywhere for a deeper
go-between for a score,
in the meantime I'll play
the literary break-in,
employ the thieves,
much has been written about me
in the future,
a big name--
I've seen it--
just don't know if I'll make it there
before I'm gone.
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