real west
periodic poetry
5.08.2011
Marlboro Light
I couldn't
Figure out
How to turn
Desire
Into art.
I took
A drag
Off of
A cigarette
And threw it
Into a lake.
I hit
A perfect
Golf shot
And felt great
Until
I missed the putt.
If I knew
The answer
I'd ask.
I don't.
So I don't.
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