Sunday, October 21, 2012


I didn't trust you
I first met you,
you slammed poems
cleanly and clearly
and under control.

You told me to try
to do the same

and I would later
find you in a room
of other poets
and we'd sit by
each other and joke
and nerd out
over the creations
of Lucas, Whedon,
Kane and Lee.

You encouraged
my vulgarity at times
and to you, I pledge
thousands of cat slits
in the after life.

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