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The Political Issue
Vol. 4 Issue 2
The Poem I Lost
by Bruce Kramer
I lost a poem I wrote
a few months ago.
Something a bit experimental for me,
A funny compact piece about driving with my friends
while we are all fucked p
after partying
with a bunch of girls who made out with
each other
in front of us in some club.
A snapshot poem
cuz it was a verbal picture
but now it's gone.
I wrote it on a napkin
and read it once at
a poetry reading
where the guy in the corner said
it was like reading a Dali painting.
I took that as a huge complement
but no more complements for this poem
It was gone before I named it.
Charles Bukowski once said
that losing a poem
is like spilling a bottle of fine wine.
Sure I tried to write it down
again
from memory
but its not the same
creature.
Maybe its my overly critical ear reflecting harshly on my own work
but
it seemed like
a
disfigured
bullshit
illegitimate copy
of the damn good poem
I lost.