Non-Erotic PoetryBeat HaikuI sleep well enough
but I wake poorly some days:
bad dreams all day long
My eyes burn, they're sick
of reading, writing, and art:
which is all I have
I'm not unhappy,
nor happy: like coyotes
I feast or famine
At the coffeehouse,
I see friends, put up my art:
chop wood, carry water
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