All the rowboats

All the rowboats
Regina sings songs about,
Belong to my art collections.

Specimens of imperfections~
All the rowboats~ and oil paintings~

I keep throwing them
All away.
Like trash.

The purpose was in making them,
Not in selling,sharing or giving,
Just eating these mean
Downtown Detroit streets
Bleeding poems out to

Ink out a living.

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