we're all poets after 3 beers

some poets really have their shit together,
function, flourish, grow. it's a good
opposite to balance everyone else.

3 beers & a fuck thinks a poem up.
it isn't necessary the poem
says much. it's best it doesn't.

we shift thru panels of hours,
but knock
some panels over. a few slip

thru
exactly
perfect.

i want
to be
a surreal ballerina.

i want
horses
surging in city treetops,

futile
trapped
in skeleton wood bones.

blood drips
with rain, blood
drips without rain.

3 beers & on the 4th
is no place for
a poet.

it might
be
entertainment

but pure
poetry doesn't
entertain,

it
kills
you.