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I did not become a poet

to become a poet

to write alone;

stoic

I did not become a drunk

to become a drunk

to drink alone;

blunt

It only happened that 

way

as all things 

happen

in a typical fashion-

a passe passion

though she never

wears blue velvet

I breathe her breath

and I kiss her kiss

and it tastes like

black velvet

no-one drinks

black velvet

but we all have tofu hearts

seasoned by the mood of our art.

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