a new poem will pass,
that haha, no one will read
but nonetheless, arguing among his several selves,
better to be more fulfilled by the emptying of himself
upon padded cell of paper, of his staining,
the piece of him now
un-chambered & un-containered
thru magma fissures, steaming & cleaning,
providing a penny's penance
for his disparate gloomy idiocies
the gray ladies always smile at him,
always so nice and gentlemanly like, that poet,
underneath his cowardly disdain,
against his pretense's grain,
contempt for old grey ladies
with old lady odors emanating
is this who you are, is this how you write?
with raggedy old words, that splinter our delight?
Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 1:26 PM UTC
a new poem will pass,
that haha, no one will read
but nonetheless, arguing among his several selves,
better to be more fulfilled by the emptying of himself
upon padded cell of paper, of his staining,
the piece of him now
un-chambered & un-containered
thru magma fissures, steaming & cleaning,
providing a penny's penance
for his disparate gloomy idiocies
the gray ladies always smile at him,
always so nice and gentlemanly like, that poet,
underneath his cowardly disdain,
against his pretense's grain,
contempt for old grey ladies
with old lady odors emanating
is this who you are, is this how you write?
with raggedy old words, that splinter our delight?
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