Tuesday, June 24, 2014

All Me

if I were able to think I would better discover
what I wanted to say to help you understand
how does that matter you would still consider
your own opinions more germane than mine

you knew better than to eat my vegetables no
salt which I sprinkle generously shaking the
horse-headed tapered glass watching its level
go down all me chasing the remembered taste

let it go the secret is the details do what you
have to do implies a demanding muse forcing
beyond comfort or practicality as if sacrifice is
liberation into a higher realm or quicker club

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