#BadPoetry

#BadPoetry: ‘drunk on 4 am’

no, it’s not drunk at 4 am,
it’s drunk on 4 am,
and not in the usual way
— in the hemingway.

how many 4 ams have i
spent like this?
scuttling, restless,
under streetlamp’s glow,

hippocampus hemorrhaging,
fingers fidgeting.

how many 4 ams have i
spent like this?
arranging angry slashes
into form and verse.

(Wanna know what inspired this poem? Check out the rationale!)
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