Numb Ernine Teen

It is now another night

Where the chance to make

Something of myself

Is present-

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By most mornings I’ll

Have to start picking

Up pieces.

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Go back in time and

Place a broken timeline

Back in order.

Well,

At least try to.

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-My submission has finally

Reached you.

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I doubt you enjoyed the last

Poem you read-

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-To Accept

Or

Decline-

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I tried to write this piece

Titled “#19”

After a few straight shots

And many many thoughts.

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I hit this Rum right from

The bottle now.

I strike up the words to

Write as if I know how

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Now I’m cutting up that

Poem and it almost

Resembles the way Billy

Burroughs did it.

Only this is different.

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These are my fragments

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-My influences also helped me

Choose this method of

Relaying personal messages.

Then again it was all

They knew and it was all

They had to demonstrate

Their skill.-

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Visions strobe

In

And

Out

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Like lights at a rave

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High on drugs, music

Or yourself.

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-Here and now in front of

The keyboard on a manual

Typewriter.-

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-It is what it is.-

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I think of Sylvia Plath

And how she got me to

Stick with life while

At the same time inspiring

Me to get into this game

Of literature.

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I think of Hunter Thompson

Who learned from Fitzgerald -

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Stuck to himself and

Became an original.

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I think of Anne Sexton

And her confessional genre.

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I’ll try to fit the word

“Controversial” into this

Because it rhymes and

It is true but it only

Makes sense once this stanza

Is completed.

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-If you’re truly reading

You will see I’m not

Being a bullshitter.”

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Literature.

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-I use a typewriter because

I feel it is more real than

A laptop.

I can grab the paper,

Reel it in,

Get to work,

And lose the document

By my own poor choice of

Hand.-

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I think of Bukowski.

I believe many people think

Of Bukowski

Only they take him wrong.

That sensitive drunk decaying

Like an onion layer by layer.

I remember how his words

Captured parts of my mind

Before I had ever read him.

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-I am a writer-

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-My typewriter is real.

SUBMITTABLE is the only way I

Can reach you.-

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-We’re in a different time.

The SUBMITTABLE app is now

Here to make it easier for

Magazines to make decisions

Based off what they see

Digitally.-

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Back in the day it was paper

Dispatched by snail-mail.

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So we’ll see what happens and

Who you trust in-

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It’s 3:17 in the morning.

I’m going to rest to wake up

For work in the afternoon.

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I’ll have four more works for you

To read

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And end

This chapbook

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Soon or later enough.

;)

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