Just About Everything
Fuck
poetry’s inane means of shedding sorrow!
Rummage
to the bottom for a source of new
I am not
the Phoenix/the lotus/there is no sunrise at hand
Everything
for which I’ve cared for is cast in sand
Fuck the
Phoenix and the lotus and a new dawn
Rummage
by the waterside for signs of birth
I am
blanketed down for a winter of divorce
Everything
I am is drown in ripples of remorse
Fuck the
dying flowers in the vase of putrid water
Rummaged
by a partner who tipped it over
I am
trying to fill this page with honor, but shame
Everything
since July has changed but my name
Fuck the
dumb-ass stunt and blunt force of the F word!
Rummage
my possessions for a key that unlocks
I
am a diagnosis of cancer/lewd dancer/a weed
Everything
that love has brought me just bleeds
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