Argument With A Poet

a_poet_by_ilnn-d4a8pgzArgument With A Poet

As he studied my attention
I refused to blink.  He told me things about my-

self I tried to keep hidden under a coffee stained
American Eagle sweat shirt
that found me on the Clearance rack.

I told him to fuck off!  But he continued
to weave his words through my intelligence.
He was such an inspired bastard; cruelty
bunched together in fifty-seven pages

of brilliance.

There was no winning against his intellectual
abuse.  So I let him have the last word.

I closed the book.

© 2010
Tarringo T. Vaughan
Beyond Rainbows & Yellow Brick Roads

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