Old poets waiting on death throwing up at the sun.
-Alta Ifland
movie as poem as life as poem as your death face poem
I have removed the doors and I stand with you as these
tickets are only a dollar each or six for five and being a
real poet in America is slow suicide but you know that
right you read the books you grow or perish you turn the
pages or you turn a cold eye someone watching today yes
can inspire others the negative others the ones beaten
backs against the sun fingering that imaginary trigger as
poem yet who sincerely admire beauty as poem as being
sad as poem as your chances in the prison without bars
as poem as good as that poem really is you do not
need to be present to win