🔵 By Herbert Warren. Photo by lauragrafie.
Surely my name is familiar to you.
I’ve published poems everywhere:
Lonely Child, Highschool Heartbreak, Steel Walls –
written in blood but edited in tears.
My collection, Grey clouds, 1,000 days long,
won the award for most pain-filled chapbook.
Musicians quote me in too many songs
(by stolen peace so much they’re almost crooks!)
„If dying doesn’t kill me than life will,“
they’ve skywrote above all seven continents.
In some countries, cities, towns, even hills,
my name’s more common than common sense.
Dear, poet in stir, all the greats have studied me;
you’d do well to do the same.
Melancholy.