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   Volume XI, Issue I

..:: POETRY ::..


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    Volume IX, Issue I
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Poetry


Sorry Sir We're Gonna Have To Ask You To Leave
David Welper

 

1.
Before you know it
I'm sitting at a coffeeshop in America
with a generic-brand bleach wipe to soak blood from my nose.

2.
I'd take my kids out for one last go 'round on the swing set
if I had kids.
Teach them more about weaknesses & failures than
hopes & aspiration
cuz the former informs the latter.

3.
We don't want
or need your kind around here.  Poets that is.

4.
Mistakes are born to bleed.

 

 

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