[Seek Elsewhere] a poem

Misery floats a mendacious dramatist,
stepping in,
hearing the steps to climb,
step, then the echoes around empty streets
turning back seems just as
hard as going on,
an affinity of awaiting kisses
as spectators anticipating to report
a crime to be committed at any moment
dry lightning,
pie-in-the-sky science,
a-top- a warning never to love
someone who makes the pen & paper
their bread & butter
maybe you can manage,
the utmost, undreamable,
unremarkable damage,
long showered like the mudd-puddled
smiles men smile when undergoing a
terror of transformation,
a terraform of hopes & dreams,
a gain if nothing against an
all-knowing chaos under literary construction,
very well to provide the
blueprint as to how you’ll
become infatuated with your
coming cause of death



Dontrell Lovet't
from, [The Failed Writer]