Thursday, January 12, 2017

so what does that so-called poem mean

that it can hide
for years
without raising any eyebrows
like some kind of unintended gesture
waiting for
phony affirmation

the patches on the elbows
come from a long line
of academy

yet the streets are full
of broken wordsmiths
outliving every bottle
of ripple wine

--- e b bortz

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