By Seamus O'Sparks on November 3, 2016 — 1 min read

I ate my poem very late last night
We got into a vicious fight
It tasted wasted stunken drunken
Then I lumbered then I slumbered long I slept and loud I wept
At once I was awakened and once again mistaken
To try and sit and try and write about the poem I ate last night
Because my thoughts could not agree-did I eat the poem, or did the poem eat me?

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The Story of Seamus

Seamus O'Sparks is the seventh son of a Seventh Day Adventist who went on a seven-day bender starting on July 7, 1977 at a strip club called Seventh Heaven at the corner of 7th St. and 7th Ave. in the West Village.