Saturday, March 18, 2017

Poem XXXIV: No news

But in the end
headlines can give no peace

even the one you have waited for
exactly all your life

is merely one more
improvisation
another inconclusive
experiment in death

similarly that email, or tweet,
for which your ass has been holding its breath

it will leave you scrounging around
your wilderness of wasted flesh
with nowhere
any
fucking
refresh





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