I was born with poetry
I cried for poetry
I bled from poetry
seven months out of the womb
born at home, eager for the poem

in the morning
the poems rise with the fog
at night they nest
in my eyes

poetry is my lover
she undresses my mind
like a burlesque dancer

Poems nailed
to the walls
of my heart.

poems jump from
the keyboard
escape outside
fly high like a kite
at ocean beach

poems are in my skin
they are here there
and everywhere

In my dreams
I make love to the poem
in the morning
she wakes me with a kiss

I dream poetry
I breathe poetry
I live for poetry
I will die for poetry

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About A.D. Winans

A. D. Winans is a native San Francisco poet, writer and photographer. He was friends with Jack Micheline, Bob Kaufman, Charles Bukowski and other poets and writers of the 50's and 60's. The author of over 50 books and chapbooks of prose and poetry, his work has appeared internationally and been translated into nine languages. He is the winner of a 2006 PEN National Josephine Miles award for literary excellence. In 2009 PEN Oakland presented him with a Lifetime Achievement Award. One of his poems was set to music and performed at Tully Hall, NYC. His book, Drowning Like Li Po in a River of Red Wine: Selected Poems:1970-2010 is available from BOS Press. He is available for readings. Visit A.D. on the web: A.D. Winans | A.D. Winans Website | A.D. Winans Fan Site

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