Author’s Note

This piece is me doing what I do best: writing too fast, joking too much, and letting the pen cross whatever line happens to be in the way.

It’s cocky. It’s playful. It knows exactly how ridiculous it is.

So consider this less of a confession and more of an exhibit.

The evidence is right there on the page.

— Rowan Evans

Exhibit A (The Evidence)
Poetry by Rowan Evans

I write so quick
and joke a bit.
I’m quick-witted—
enough to roast a bitch.
Down to earth,
enough to toast a bitch.
I’m on a roll,
like butter is—
spread thin
across genres,
but still
the cadence hits—
because that’s
where the rhythm lives.

You think I’m joking—

but I really write like this,
take this piece—
it’s the evidence.
Exhibit A on a list to—
these other poets
don’t exist to me.

When I read their work—

it’s straight Zs,
it puts me to sleep.

My mind is too quick,
and I don’t know
where the line is—
I’m always crossing it.
That’s what gets me
in trouble, yeah—
so I just double-down.

I’m already in trouble,
so why stop now?

Journey into the Hexverse

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