Cannibalization

 

Starved for ideas I’m writing about

writing.  I go to poetry jams to see fools

recite. I lie to myself by getting

drunk that I am one of them and I spit

vitriol to paper.  When I’m sober

my mind strings the garbage I dropped into

fictional order.  That’s how Kerouac

did it.  But I doubt I can maintain the

self loathing and dissipation.  I’m

cannibalizing myself and I don’t really

know what to do after this.

 

by Paul Bourgeois, October, 2016

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