A Poem:Mike Sits Sipping Coffee
Have you written a poem today?
I ask him what topic I should
Riff and ramble and rant about
But he says I am the poet
I should decide
Then he asks if I know
The emperor of ice cream
Because I should have written it
Instead of Wallace Stevens
Because I say shit that makes no sense
Like “let the lamp affix its beam”
As he crumples his Cliff Bar wrapper
And casts it away, cold and dumb
Mike becomes the prince of nondairy creamer
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