The Fallacy of the Artist

             The Fallacy of the Artist

I used to drink like….

Bukowski and Thomas;

Scribbling heartfelt prose

with a borrowed pen

 on a bar napkin.

The tears were there

But infused with the contents

Of my glass,

I swallowed them back

Like a true artist does

Dedicated to no one

but the fallacy of my art

masked as my true craft, pain

 

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