my problem with poets

loneliness

is not a tree

in a wood

even if

it is alone

 

or a sunset

or a mountain

or a snowfall

or the ocean

or a flower

 

loneliness

is a man

 

who says

hes going out for a smoke

and turns

down the alley

behind the dumpster

leans over

pukes

and wipes his mouth

 

before going back

into the bar

for another drink

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