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Perhaps, if i
dOuse Myself
in PatchOUli oil
and Smoke
clove cigArettes
and weaR
a beRet and
a washed-Out
corduroy jacket…
then sit around
broodingG in
coffee shops
holding my
little journAl
aNd sometimes
say “I’m inspired”
and
run
off
To
write
iN
chOppy
lines, using
as many
excursive and
absTruse
words As possibLe,

thEn…
raNdomly scatter them
abouT the
page
amongst
kaleidescopic imagery

and
quixotic metaPhoRs…
I’ll
Confuse them
into
thinKing me
a
brilliant poet?

I sure hope not.

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