A Poet Of Sorts
These poems were written by Caleb Reeve.
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
Game
Tell us how you do it.
I’ll get down to it.
Screw it.
I never learned it, I knew it.
Innate. It is just inside me.
Confiding, residing, riding this crazy train,
How can I explain something I don’t understand?
I command respect, and I expect a check.
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