#poetry for the nostr set; if this fits, boost and zap and I’ll share more

Enough of those puff pieces

Those recent releases

Those best seller lists

And under the table dealers

I’d rather have the side-eye dealers

Those that transpose the art of war theaters

I’m talking about those cats bold enough to stick tomes in their sneakers

Unfold passed napkins like heart heat seekers

To the frilly dresses of Sunday’s best teachers

Bring me none of that espresso-flavored fast food feature

I need chai and a photograph to go with my “s,” “t”, and “u” visa

You hear me

Need a heater and a steamer to be my meter and degree

A timbre to open up page six not for million dollar catastrophes

But for paparazzi selling me on melodies of the best of humanity

Then turn the page to heavenly brevity and hearty levity

Burn some sage not just metaphorically

So we can release the similar similes personified like warranties

Hold restored properties more guaranteed than money’s insanity

Becuase word play trades higher than your colony’s progeny

Those best seller lists mutate into examined toys you see

Cause what’s left when time’s timed tension is less filling than a breeze

What’s left when the fourth estate’s best is undressed in front of these

Puff pieces opinions drafted into cheese

Sold for digital gold that was tarnished when it was breathed

Varnish on the ears for those who made these leaves

Cost more than analytics returned on investment schemes

More than worn lines that vine to broken dreams

Poetry is mere power to depths of our dreams

Expression for sadness padding happiness of life’s beams

Don’t stand for flat sands dabbing in jellyfish’s memes

Write for what’s right

Release your scene