"My Poetry"
My poetry is not a part of me.
Somebody else's time rhyme.
Released energy from my subconscious.
It's unwanted stories.
Out of mind's sight.
Yesterday's or tomorrow's today, hot stars and light years away.
Reflections, at a liquor bar.
Drunk in the water in a silent dream.
Lightning striking during a bad storm that I can't hear.
A crying baby.
A gin fizz.
By Jon Billet - 01/10/14
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