ZEN

I am all the beatnik poets back today,
Bound within the working or insane,
I shared the fucking up they did my way
And I can process principles of pain.

No broken string of rhythm could express
In better patterned agony of time
Than strictly metered matters of duress,
Emphasizing agony in rhyme.

 

 

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(This poem was originally published in Screech Owl sometime in Winter 2015. The publication stopped publishing in July 2015.)

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