Fast Food Poetry

Blah
blah blah
(insert name drop)
and don’t forget
to keep it
simple

and I’ve traveled

to this place
that you’ve never been to
isn’t that exotic?

blah
blah Bukowski
blah Kerouac, etc.

it
doesn’t have to
mean anything
it
doesn’t have to
open its mouth and speak red caves
of hellfire pussy

just as long
as it
can sit
next to all
the others …

just as long
as you don’t know
it’s phony
forget metaphor
fuck simile
to hell with inspiration

I’ll just give you
a goddamned slice of pizza
maybe doodle a picture
for you

and call myself an Artist

really,
who the fuck has the time
for Shakespeare?


Bradley Mason Hamlin

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