Suckers

I see you have stolen
into my kitchen once again
to find me busy sucking
the honey-coated thumbs
of inspiration.

Between you and me,
I must tell you this:
It’s a false hope
dipped from the pit
of ageless appetite.
Ending such craving
will require—

+++oh, pardon me,
+++you want some, too?

+++Here.
+++Insert this inspired
+++surface verse
+++and suck on
+++your own
+++while I go try another way
+++that’s far deeper down
+++between the lines
+++where lies
+++some salty brew
+++to cleanse our
+++incessant
+++spiritual sloth.

Don Cadwallader

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