I’ve been going back through my current journal, getting digital copies of poems that I’ve written over the last few months and came across this one from early June.
It’s an interesting thing coming across a poem with some vague recollection of writing it, but not being able to nail down exactly what you were thinking while writing it. I’m not sure if this was directed at someone in the past, someone in the present, or if maybe it was some kind of mental exercise – the equivalent of stretching a quad or a calf muscle. Either way, here it is.
close call light the fuse & blow all your roses to hell — we don't listen to them here anymore. lovers will find other methods of communication & the world will mourn, but those of us who know . . . will know that a great calamity has been averted.
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