When they greet you
in the foreground
in the suburban
in the suburban
burnt out mornings
that only a dog skeleton
that only a dog skeleton
can absorb.
And they call you
by face and say,
"You are done
with 'you' poems!"
And they call you
by face and say,
"You are done
with 'you' poems!"
"With comical metaphors!"
"With lightness!"
Agree with them.
Tell them that
I am no longer sad.
I will write from metal
Of a hurrah
before charging
of all the things that fill
of all the things that I know
of the only thing I know.
"With lightness!"
Agree with them.
Tell them that
I am no longer sad.
I will write from metal
Of a hurrah
before charging
of all the things that fill
of all the things that I know
of the only thing I know.
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