POET

A violin player asked,
what are you, are you a poet?

I want to jump out the window.

She stopped kissing me and said,
why don’t you ever write a poem about me?

I want to kill you.

They called and asked if
I could come and do a poetry reading.

I want to blow up your building.

He  said,
you’re a poet, would you read some stuff I wrote and tell me what you think?

I want to burn all your notebooks.


I sat down at a typewriter and died.