Poetry – a poem
March 14th, 2012
Poetry
You spill from me
Raw.
Like a steak?
Poetry
I never read you.
Hardly write you.
Like a steak?
Poetry.
Poems about poems,
Inside of poems, on top of poems
Inside a steak.
“Do you want fries with that?”
asks the poet.
“With my steak?”
responds the advertising copywriter.
They have sex in the butt.
Like a steak.