the man
I’ve only
just met
sober
but have
arm in arm
week one
through week
three
been jolly
with
is
for the sake of his mother
revising
his life
cycle
from
**** sadness, balloons*
to
*sadness, **** balloons*
---
it is either my attention span or my nakedness
in concrete poetry
that keeps me
from god
(when a scar of thunder / outs itself / I am blue)
or bluish
(like a sock in a blue
coat’s
pocket)
---
by the
of a sudden
time
the man
is tolerable
he ha(s)
a number of
rethought
balloon
Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 4:45 PM UTC
the man
I’ve only
just met
sober
but have
arm in arm
week one
through week
three
been jolly
with
is
for the sake of his mother
revising
his life
cycle
from
**** sadness, balloons*
to
*sadness, **** balloons*
---
it is either my attention span or my nakedness
in concrete poetry
that keeps me
from god
(when a scar of thunder / outs itself / I am blue)
or bluish
(like a sock in a blue
coat’s
pocket)
---
by the
of a sudden
time
the man
is tolerable
he ha(s)
a number of
rethought
balloon
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