My tiredness (fatigue would be more exact) is like a dead fish,

or a simile dreamed up when I was so tired

I couldn’t dream up a decent simile.

 

Which reminds me

how once someone criticized my poems

because they lacked metaphors.

 

It was the kind of criticism

that was like a punch in the face from a small bird,

which is a simile.

 

Personally, I think

the only good poem is a poem where the entire poem

is a metaphor

and you can’t work out what it’s a metaphor for.

 

I think I don’t think the same way most people think.

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