the backing track to my
poetry.
2.
The sculptured bones are
flowers from the spuds of
our blighted past.
3.
Take that hatred from
your heart put in mind
build a humankind
LIFE IS PEACE THERE IS NOTHING ELSE
MELANCHOLY WAY
How can the world know?
This swoon of life/death
Caregivers don’t understand.
Want to
reach the depth
Of poetry
but poetry wont
Reach the
depth of me.
Some might say why do
you read such swineherd blues
filthy realism, hope.
Trying to catch breath
of life that held us up on
high wire, imagine.
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