Scraps of Poetry from the Road

You awoke the dragon
but it has only just occurred to me
that you have no intention
of taming it.

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There was Jon Long,
who wasn't,
and John English
who only spoke french.

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I push so many boundaries 

that I'm surprised maps don't spontaneously combust 

in my presence.

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The more distracted you are
the less attracted I am;
and yet I remain a tattered little moth,
drawn to the flaming mass of you.

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Those other boys?
They are placebos;
you are my addiction.