Billy finishes his reading
to robust applause, thanks
his hosts and proceeds to the tables
set up the the lobby of the theatre
pen clutched firmly in hand.
The slow procession to him is orderly,
we hold out our books reverently
await the kiss of his Sharpie.
Let us freeze this scene, Billy
smiling a practiced smile
pen firmly grasped, hovering
over the title page. Let us
peel back his scalp that time
has prepared for us
be shedding the obstructive hair
and let us carefully lift off the skull
and peer quietly into the mind
of the now famous poet. It isn't
what you expected, a brain calculating
his royalties on the books being sold
on the adjacent table, how the soon
to come added sales on amazon.com
could easily raise his newest book
to the 38,785th most popular. No,
it is neither of those, just
a mind smirking I've
hooked still one more
on the drug that is poetry.
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