poetry isn't
dead just
an enemy
combatant
there are no
just dead
while away
this morning
whilst
I stood
over my penis
it rained
ideas
why can't
enemy combatants
just sit and watch tv
like the rest of us
the dead,
justly so.
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Thank you for your note. It was urgent.
...what I was feeling when I wrote that, what I was feeling at the time. Still feeling it, but not writing it.
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