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Crumbles


by Darryl Price


I am just a poet, but you are
enjoying this. It crumbles me. I
am just a poet, you're almost like
an animal I somehow knew of, 

but have never seen before. I'm a
poet, but your drawn pentagrams come 
with their own heated heart warmings ringing 
true. Seagulls circle your smile like 

no other lover. I am just your 
foolish poet,  but I don't care. What 
in the world have you done to me? I'm
just a poet, but around you, I 

don't know what that means. Just a poet,
but they'll have to fix me very soon,
or let me go. I am just a poet, 
so how'd I get these blues? I am

just a poet, feeling sorrow for 
the lonely, but you're a cool morning 
star, my friend. I'm a poet, you are 
the reason I dress silently. I'm

just a poet, is this real or a dream? 
Maybe if I close my eyes you'll talk
to me. I'm just a poet, but the 
first fireflies last night said everything 

perfectly. I am just a poet, 
but is it all inside my head? The
poet and the poem. Are you the 
same? I can't explain. I'm just a poet,

but what if there were no telephones?
Would you still contact me, enable  
an invisible love connection? 
If you were here, I'd ask you please 

to rest your head for just five minutes.
I'm just a poet. This is just a 
poem. All this may well be for nothing, 
but if you need someone, I'm the one.  


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