let’s get this over with: i hate form. rules
confound me. i break before i bend
most of the time.
blank.
field.
& bigger & louder — & more dangerous
& the machinery of — love roars
The thing that remains is the knowledge that there is another me, who I do not control, who has the ability to take over my body. There is so much about myself that I will never know.
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I want to be a good man for you.
I want to wear a faux leather jacket convincingly.
My muses wept. They no longer needed joyful poems, but poetry of tearful chasms into which the corpses of men, including those of the clergy, fell.
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It has a texture like roof tar
when I tell her I don’t even
enjoy Bundt cake, I just wanted
to do something productive with
my day after being laid off.
The uncles of Palestine are a different breed of men. They can spot newcomers from one end of Jerusalem to another. With a warm smile, they ask if you need help. Where you are going. Where you are from. Give you precise directions. They know many can’t return there. They welcome you to the Holy Land anyway.
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