Read it

by Ralkkai

All the people
trying to be poets
trying to write it
and never knowing
even how to format.

Their stanzas are
all wrong,

Their lines
all run together

like paragraphs

and you are left
to sift through the rubble
of structures
and the architecture is all
wrong.

You only hope that
you are reading each
line

like

the author
intended.

But the thoughts
I have
aren’t bitter

for I know that
they are at
least
trying to
write it out.

At least the words are there
regardless
of the fact
that it might be written
on coffee-stained
napkins

or

read like
a bizarre energy
cutting the quiet of the moon
like a coyote
with mange
in your living room
just sitting there
licking itself
at midnight.

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