Poetry

98.

Go west, they all said,
or goest, I wasn’t listening very attentively,
and I wasn’t aware that one could go harder than being a goer.
Some can go more than others, I suppose.
I think I might be a supposer, and I supposest that
mine mind hath takenest a deep dive into non-sanity.
These are the kinds of antics that I
love to hate but secretly love,
performative oratory pranks that make me laugh like a loon.
If I goest, I may even reach the land of sanity sooner than I intended.
I won’t claim to get there soonest, for I’m sure someone is a greater goer than I,
but I supposest
at the very least
I’ll go for the ol’ college try.

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