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Pride of a Passable Poet

I stand on the edge
a cliff grazing the night sky
scratching the surface

mile upon inked mile
alphabetical genius
of truer grandeur

ant before giants
my filthy big eyes wander
past cloud-ridden heads

fingernails stretched out
silent shouts for half a dime
sweet graffiti prose

standing on the edge
of alphabetical greats
my cloud-ridden head

writer in a daze
a cockroach contribution
to a gold ink stream

Is it truly worth
this endless predictable
hassle I drown in?

Written By: June Rossaert

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