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The Poetry Reading MAG

By Anonymous

    i sit in a room

smelling of over-smoked coffee

and cigarettes gone cold

listening to overthrown metaphors

and images i didn't catch

but maybe no one caught them

'cause the toss was pretty bad

and the poor overworked similes

sweatingstrainedweary

contemplating a strike from this poet's union

this writer's sweatshop

the smell of the coffee sounding stressed

losing its fight with fallen syllables

the one beside me holding nothing

but sitting with hands always full

and he smells like broken poetry





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