I’ve been reading two other poets
Two girls that are around my age
They do not know that I do this
Reading them and comparing them
Being jealous of them as well and
I see how different we are
The girls and I that our way of
Thinking and feeling is unlike
Each others that their style is great
But so so very different
And one is Plath and the other
Reminds me of Neruda’s works
While I’ll try to be Bukowski
I wonder who is the better
Poet realizing that it’s likely
Not me but that I do not care
They do not care either I hope
We write for ourselves and it is
Us and not those writers mentioned
Then I want to tell them how much
I love and hate their poetry with
The fury of a junkies crave for
His next fix and I want them to
Tell me that they love and hate me
Like that or in their own surreal
Way even if I know that they
Do not read my own poetry or
Know who I am or that they would
dislike my work so very much
I’ve been reading two young talents
That are around my age which means
That I’m young too and that I them
Have futures in this writing thing
Well at least I hope I do be
-Cause those two girls sure as hell do.
I think I’ll tell them lovely girls
Just not now because I hate them
At this terribly fun moment.