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Ketchup bottles the bebop

muse.  This door

I’m walking through


is physical.  But like an actual physical mountain

made up of whatever

composes irony, that’s the spiritual


transformation.  You are what a poem

can only aspire to.  I’m what a witness

wants to be.  The physical world you brought


always scared me.  It came with desire

and destruction.  It still does.  And it still does.

So this is me 


surrendering – and I hope you know

I would die for your son – to the truth, which perhaps

all along


is only

love’s mystery.  I know we’re different.  Skeet boom de bop bop

bae!  Marry me anyway.



Posted 08/29/17
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