eternal #13

flouted poems
neglected between the odds and ends
of the banished inspiration,
fallacies,
literary exhibitionism
and the recent binge.

burned fingers
while sorting through
the smoldering ashes of the last Phoenix
in the search
for the perfect
quill.

I see a man approaching
carrying in his hands
a fire extinguisher.

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