“the ones that feel everything already know...” Harlon Rivers
curse this blessing. leeches leach this blessing.
this summation this summary judgment
this sum of my addiction addition
where from this mark of cain upon my eyes, intended to drown
a brimful poet in a wellspring of their product?
blood sweat and tears the tea my quill is
in the rivulets that drown the scarred pathways perforce dipped
walk the streets and all secrets to me betrayed
yours not mine for in my possess but one
feel everything
every scowling every halved smile the ecstasy of belly laugh
I know I know
the libretto of a thousand operas
that do not all reach a final act
a-few cogent my x-ray ability aNd and the most
desperate with out the disparity of no partition
despise
curse this blessing bestowed, I rather
die
