a consensus of brief poems (interrogated,
as to their commonalities)
if we write our history as a tribe of endless funerals
the nails in coffins melted together adding
up to one large memorial statue on the lawns
of nameless cities
burial within burial must end somewhere
if you wish to send me back my voice use your
own address – copy it over lovingly letter for letter
and garnish what space the open page reserves
for poetry
don’t trash the little ones for being different
time made them what they are and
morals are no more than lazy words
for things we don’t see immediately
tired of all their letters by last light
the man and his daughter rhymed a bit
and laid
their guitar to bed
they will see truth upon truth heaped up by ages
alimony paid for unwed couples laden with many
memories of children and will
not want for joy
resting in plato’s cave
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