Advice to a poet (or things can’t destroy you)
Don’t let commerce destroy the tree
That bears the fruit of verse
Listen to the messages of your heavenly mentors
Meet comrades of your own creative ilk
Weave webs of satin feeling
Clothed in sentiments of heat and silk
Avoid the carnal fun fest
That jests with your sweet soul
Sing songs with the poets
let jazz cry your tears
Surrounded by angels who are keeping you whole
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