a page of plagiarists

monograms
linked inking
scripted spontaniety
written about you
in moments of mania
bouts of bipolarity
depressed despair
hilarity, homilies
some anomaly
and muted malice.

can you read my writing though?

seemingly smart
quoting from books you’ve scoured
devoured
while in the arms of unnamed
anecdoting
your philosophy framed from
fountains of insight
far from your own
non-fiction flow
though absent is conviction
i’m the last you need to convince,
you know
you’re the first
believe me.