Monday, January 11, 2016

poetry raw

makes no excuses for itself
no anti-acids
to calm it down
it rips from within
'til it spills out
and if you think it will fit
the labels and keywords
maybe you're missing part of it

and/or repetition
plows up the row
most efficiently
tiptoeing      sleepwalking
past every new embryo

for the jargon
or genetically modified perfect constructs
there will always be a place
of servitude
elbow patched corduroy jackets
and at least another workshop

--- e b bortz

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