Sunday, June 5, 2011
the poet's surgery to combat misery
tonight my words
need to sever flesh
break bonds and clear capillaries
i need
to excise this sorrowful mass
of molasses from inside of me
before it solidifies
like grease in a turkey pan
and it's all got to be done on the run
'cause tomorrow leaves me no time
to let anguish stand.
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