I forget why I even wanted to call this poem
“The Teacher’s Vibe.”
.
But I feel the world.
.
I feel its pain.
.
And I used to want to be a teacher.
.
Once, again,
I turn my head,
And observe
The
.
Splendor of the world.
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I’m constantly teetering between life and death.
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I’m constantly kicking all of the phony people out of my life.
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I answer a woman’s call and I
Look for aquamarine effervescence in her eyes
And I finish this poem
With a funny feeling at the back of my throat
Before the world’s splendor
Through my ultra-dark
Winter apparatus.