POEM: Poetry Bombs in the Hows

The muse is the bomb, dropping poetry bombs, as she wishes.

Poetry Bombs in the Hows

My crib is in
The neighborhood of a muse
Reigning over me
Poetry bombs
In a hood next to no wear
A boarder
Across
Never too bare

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