You know
you are living
at the moment
a thorn tears
your flesh.


You stalk
the sublime
like an
expert hunter
yet still
she slips


Poems domestic
or house broken
only fill empty
lines with nothing.


The best poems,
immediately explosive
as orgasms.


Making art is
treading water
until you can’t.


Make one
moment durable.
Your work
is done.

If you like this piece, and can afford it, please take a moment and donate a few survival shekels.

Poverty lifts you up to the bottom…

Honorary Schizophrenic. Recent refugee. Displaced person. Old white male. Confidant of cassowaries.

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