Poems written on napkins
are the bomb!
I mean,
that’s the real shit!
true spontaneity—
borrowing a pen
from a perplexed bartender
and sloppily
scratching words
on the delicate paper
There would be utter disbelief
from your bar compadres
you just created a poem;
a work of art—
that is,
if any of them even care
It will survive until
you find the napkin
in your jacket pocket
several months later
and transcribe the words
to immortality
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