YET ANOTHER
wrote a poem
crashed and burned
nice and crispy
in my coffin
no big deal
this grandest of exits
doesn’t make me
a rockstar
or anything
just another wannabe
following that script
so faithfully followed
right now
you might think it
an algorithm
that old self-destructive
yearning
for excess
yet another convert
to the great
Arthur
Rimbaud paradigm