PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I thought I was a poet

but it didn’t last

the delusion lasted awhile

but came to an end

sauntering thru 30^th Street Station

eating a pretzel

and waiting endlessly

percussion sets the tone

we’re entering a new realm

the nonsensical arises

swiftly dominating

cryptic messages unread

the false prophets host tea parties

while real Americans drink coffee

Insane people

are inexplicably drawn

to me

to me

me!!!