How I Became A Poet And Such A Miserable Bastard Too

you know what they say

born in snakebite
die in hemlock
accident and healing
one and the same

they crack about cracks
say that’s how
the light gets in 

I was fractured early
thank Hell
a good flow
seeped in
a dark syrup
no light
no filler
when it crusted thick
I sealed

that badly broken
that closed up that early
I could have become one
of three things
artist
who makes it shine
criminal
who makes it pay
amateur actor
who makes it disappear

I was two of those
by nature already
so I said gimme more
I said
fraud
of thee I sling 
garbage in
and prophecy out
or vicey reversa 
I said as much as I could
never stopping to breathe 
still at it
still grinning

there is an analgesic effect
when one is wordslinging 
you can forget a lot
even when you’re writing it down

I can’t talk about the side effects right now
buy the book when it comes out 
this is just the short con
you want the big one for the full payoff
trust me on that

nod your head and I’ll
set the hook 
afterward you’ll call it art 
I will too
if you’re listening