I am not a poet
Nor an artist -
call me my name or nothing
Even that seems
to bunch and itch
Somedays,
you can't scratch in public.
Ill-fitt, you call me
I twist to hear,
but these metaphors aren't mine.
You aren't talking to me
anyway
Don't call my name:
I am nothing
And nothing cannot be grasped
in sound.
I'll disappear,
A hermit in shadow
Madperson no one sees.
Nothing.
Don't call me labels,
Don't -
Don't call me.
I am not an artist.
I am not comprised of words.
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