
There seems to be no end
to my hypocrisy
I will love you like a brother
on Monday
and gently slide the blade
between your ribs
on Friday
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Taking the rest of June off to work on the upcoming book… right now around 35 poems and a few drawings thrown in for laughs (I’m tiring of photographs).
Any of you ever downloaded a book of poems? If they’re any good, should melt a few hard drives… that’s the hope anyway.
Also learning to sharpen a knife properly. You know, something useful.
See you guys on July 2nd.

Write a thousand pages
then burn them all
without ceremony
or sentiment
Read every poem
and novel
and newspaper
you can get your hands on
before the age of 21
then stop completely
and spend the next
decade stealing from
and killing
your influences
Stay far away from the
writer’s retreats
writing groups
and MFA programs
they can only teach you
obedience and
false confidence
with the pen
Go out and allow yourself
to be beaten
with the 2 X 4
known as life
then crawl back in
and scratch out
one single line
before you pass out
Claw at the walls
of your room
until your fingernails
are gone and
the entire colony
of termites
in there stands still
in awe of your
perseverance
Write
Write
Write
Write
Write
Write
Write
Beg the Lord
not for money
or fame
or publication
or women
beg Him
for wonder
a precarious life
decent ink
After you have
done this
start over
If you make it to eighty
you may write
one poem
One
eternal
poem
That will start
and stop
wars
That will make
killers
weep
That will make
cowards
stand
That will make
the dead
shudder
That will make
the living
wake
That will make
Well, you’ve got the idea
Now go
and type
Photo | Candice Quates (her little HK)