Nothing to Do with Roses

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Reverential in a way you could never be;
And I’ve yet to read you.

I’m ironbark dreaming, meanwhile, except
I’m not; I’m ironstone.

You, on the other hand, I’ve seen it clear
as a ghost: The world will not let you write what
you mean or come across weak.

Watered down like a pure-bred.
Afraid to pay for what you deserve.

“Alright, honey, have a prosperous trip.”
“OK, alright. Don’t worry. The plan is airtight.”

Wikipedia Poem, No. 266

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“Pyrrho, the one who built such an amusing science out of ignorance … [sometimes suffered] being incised and cauterized with such constancy that he was not seen even to blink.” Montaigne

 

marrow suppressed memories
eithermore salable images indirectly spring
somatologic malignancies of ontology:

cloud sides breathe interior concerns
erected by a crew in public view
heavy as heaven harvest between blinks

callused tradition conceives the park bench
memory shielding the sculpture the body from
the breath the disaster the doubt cast cave-in