happy hour

i dreamed of delacroix drawing dead horses

while rimbaud wrote about romantic reality

when i awoke i carried the memory all the morning

through my coffee and cigarettes i called

on my own creativity

to write about

love without loss

truth without tragedy

freedom without fright

so this is my alliteration

on my illustrious awakening

that art can exist without agony

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