Poetry For Everyday People

My Band

I sat on the floor
of book stores, I
love the floors of
book stores,

I just grabbed at
the poetry books,
they filled me,
words I didn't understand
melted within me,
profoundly, vocabulary
apparently is always up
for invention and I was full
of new pain.

I was serenaded, words
dated me, kissed me,
f-u-c- me, hugged me,
Keats, Lawrence, Frost,
Blake, Dickinson, Bukowski,
Hughs, Giovanni, Walker, Byron,
Poe...

our own Christmas,

here we all knew the moon
had a crush on darkness.

 


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