I, myself and mine

The poet
is the monkey
in a tamasha1
and the tamashbeen2
with a glass.

The poem
is almost not there,
if you pass by
too lost
or too fast.

The poet
is tomorrow’s crossword,
enjoying his muse-
booze and blues.

The poem
is just an excuse,
for a reused
emotional broadcast.

The poet,
the poem will outlast.

1 a street performance, a show*
2 the viewer, the audience*
* I know there are equivalent english words, but none are exact.

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