Friday, September 22, 2023

Poem, Fixation


Every Little Thing
September 22, 2023

this stanza you’ve hung your hatred on
I’ve no memory of writing

though I’ll cheerfully lay claim

note four lines in clear frivolity
must absolute define
my every waking moment
my very concept of self-evidence

please, roast me at your fire
a long and lonesome year
has brought to me desire

to see the child I was entire
swung for animosity

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