my poetry was trying
to be something:
pretty, deep, unique
as if cosmic recycling
can ever be solitarily
special
that’s all just
suped-up vanity
lighting one’s own face
now I just try to paint
authentic real on
my vanilla ***
with crinoline skirts
flung overhead
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 3:05 AM UTC
my poetry was trying
to be something:
pretty, deep, unique
as if cosmic recycling
can ever be solitarily
special
that’s all just
suped-up vanity
lighting one’s own face
now I just try to paint
authentic real on
my vanilla ***
with crinoline skirts
flung overhead
