there's enough poets to bury the sun

[Aish]

I only write at night
usually in silence
or whatever
the weather gives me I really like how you set up an effective allusion to the end

always the same tricks: Made me smile, at my own bag of tricks.
love
how I miss it
when I have it
lust
because I'm human
and aging
hate
for myself and my own
kind
philosophy Without punctuation separating your bullet points such as ' love' and 'philosophy' along with their respective details may help the readability here.
I know almost nothing
and believe in less
weather
because I thought
I was writing poetry
and what is it without
a mention of
wind, rain, sun and
the moon never looks real I started to stumble here. I like where the observation takes me, but I struggled to keep a rhythmic pace for the next eight lines. It's a poem within a poem, and I really like the autonomous position, a luminous satellite. Quite befitting for the moon
to me
and it's not

like a babbling child
stuffing
whatever fits in its mouth
learns what it is

never tasted moon before I love this! I'm sure it's pretty dry and tastes like chalk, but I'm immensely happy you left it as an artistic possibility instead of mentally gnoshing on moon rocks.

I'm feeling bodies away
from myself
and introspective
on nights like this
when I feel it all flush out
to slowly die

everyone's a poet these days
writing about flowers
and angels
and the soul of God I adore this tasty tidbit. The flavor of God's soul...the remainder is wonderful imo
that they've never, ever
tasted

I'm no poet
I'm just nettlesome
relaxing aloud
letting you read me breathe
in and out and

in

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It's great to have you here, Dan. I hope you settle in and stay.