13 October 2009 § Leave a comment

Words that poets know
don’t often get beautiful
unless you see underneath
the way they work
but also think about that, and know it’s good.

Write it, Wright,
Bedight with Well-Wrought,
Wrung-Out, Wreaked-Unto
Truth, please.

don’t let me stop you with my petty
play at pretty poetry
coming out of hiding like i know what i’m doing
like it’s somehow better than staying in


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