What You Write

hey man what you write
last night was brief
concise and direct to the point
you were grappling on a metaphor
that was not there
but i always understand the feeling
i've been there
and staying, cool, effervescent like
sparkling wine, they say it was horrible
like a witch riding on her broomstick
i say it was romantic the moon was there
it has musk on its ears
and something dirty was there at the
portion of the right foot of that poem
they say it was filthy
i say it was real and cocky
it was stiff they was it was hardheaded
i say it was real
got the brains and grasped what we mean
about last night
the woman was singing in her sleep
i couldn't help but laugh
but you were there serious about your stuff
if no one says that what you wrote was a poem
you bet
i say, i will.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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