licking sunshine off the sun

breakfast with my agent larry

on my second bloody mary

no more novels from my pen

agency patience wearing thin

 

i tell him nothing is forthcoming

a poetry beat is all i’m drumming

and so he’s ending all relations

i guess i’ll take a long vacation

 

and watch the sunsets of my season

where poetry is labeled treason

write a bunch of lousy rhymes

and let them think i’ve lost my mind

 

laugh at laughter’s layered lies

and go to bed with each sunrise

wear the girls who wear protection

fall in love without detection

 

i’ll give to eve an apple tree

and let my words make sense to me

by midnight i’ll be fogged and hazy

admit to larry that i’m lazy

 

novels are just too much work

and poetry’s a circle jerk

one quick tort and i am done

and licking sunshine off the sun

 

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