Avoid a massive reproduction
Deny obligatory style
I will only grasp success as myself
But to be like those
Who succeed I feel obliged to plagiarize
Never again create
Use a formula, squeeze my own words in
Pressure forms like a hemorrhage
I need to drain other authors from my mind
Prefabricated ideas and processes are a
Hematoma of the skull that has now
drained as far as my cheeks
Will it affect my tongue? Or pen?
Force myself to continue and something
Lies inky on the page
Maybe not what I intended, maybe no inspiration
But forced poetry creates truth unwittingly
Once in a while a line shines out as a ring
On my right thumb basks in the auburn
Bar light
December 13, 02
Friday, December 13, 2002
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