I wrote this while my English teacher rambled on about some poetry. It was interesting, but, like, it was still dull. It's sort of inspired by Tom Wayman and Pat Lane (the poets whose poetry was being read in class) and some references to some of their poems are included. It's rather short.
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In class, there's nothing interesting;
my eyelids open and close like the shutters of a retro Polaroid camera,
black and white flashes, blurred as a stretched VHS.
Hating Jews now and some Arabs and Asians as well,
that lead to silly short stories of run-over bears
and kittens killed by Lane's car exhaust.
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