5/2/06

Am Not

I'm no coffeehouse poet
Delusions of Ginsberg
And Warhol dreams
Pretentions affectations
Counting meter and rhymes

No cappuchino tall
Or venti latte

I'm whiskey and cigarettes
Grime and dirt
Black snow in the gutter.

I'm knives hidden in pockets
Long fingernails and scars.
Ponytail hair and black leather chrome
Tequila in a border town.

Blood on the floor

and in my eyes

A sawdust honky tonk
The tamale girls know me

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A quality of ignorance,
Self-deception may be
Necessary to the poet's survival


-Jim Morrison