1. In the dark, the light Of my phone’s screen casts shadows Across my wife’s face.
2. Give them a platform To stand on, and they will show You how they can dance.
3. Substack is to X As New Orleans is to Hell As poetry is.
4. There are poets here But these Procrustean screens Cause their lines to wrap.
5. James Joyce could be here Gradually amassing His pomes penyeach.
6. Bashō writes haiku And posts them to a Substack Made of butterflies.
7. Sign up for a free Or paid subscription as I Migrate into sleep.
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