In college someone told me,
Never write poems about dreams.
It's an excess,
a willful muddling of meaning,
a lack of conviction disguised as attitude.
I can see the logic in this,
but god damn.
I'm not particularly worried
about how I write a fucking poem,
I told the guy,
who was my college professor.
He had a fedora, a witty t-shirt,
thick-rimmed glasses, a mustache,
and he was wearing a scarf in New Orleans.
That's a lack of conviction.
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