These lines are great

Bleary awakening puppy
blinking at you

in awe
tentative wag

play?
fud?

belly crawl
to you

level
great

And you
swoon

Feel compelled
to write checks

And I'm
What the fifth

Maybe 6th
ever

fat
from scribbling

and nonetheless
happy

My wounded muse
Ings farcical only

as I've been
filled

even by this morning
moving a line

Onto a page
we both can see

In this sorcerer's
bowl of a* words

(Angst, anger,  anxiety and artbreak
-what comes from squeezing the broken pieces
'til poetry runs out
making you
once again
beautiful again-
aint it great, with a poetic license
averything can be an a* word
even you
author)

i'm pleased that you like
me

i just know

What makes you beautiful
is the decision to be

I love me
and my poetry

Hello


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