inside out

i am
the pony,
put away
wet.
a god damned
poet,
that can
raise
the dead.
a trigger happy
madman,
masturbating
with words.
i take
the night,
turn it,
inside out.
i can
burn
bridges,
or be
the smoke.
i can
crawl
between
legs,
and drain
the sea.
i am
the jew,
the blackman
the queer,
the pregnant
thought.
i am
the poet,
the perverted,
wet dream.
i dance
on nails,
and sing
with dogs.
today
i am a
poet,
tomorrow,
i will be,
a poet.

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