One of my favorite poems by one of my favorite poets...
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poets_are_stupid
by jamie akeao smith

Gently the poet
fondles his music and art,
handing things like zippers and place mats
with an awe filled delicacy.
words in the right combination
make him faint
in a dramatic show of color
and sensitivity.
He thinks people should handle him
like unprocessed film,
soft and exposed.
Thinks this world can be beautiful
and sees meaning in echoes.
Doesn't know he's ordinary
but claims to
all the while.