Friday, July 29, 2022


approaching the epilogue

––I'd say: I’m more a tattler of tales  
than I am a poet

more a pathologist of the line
than rhymer of the final word.

––I'd say:
I’m more a sounding-board
than I am a confessional;

that the measure of my standing
is well below that of, let's say, Ross Gay.

but cash money says it's measurably higher than that of the lunatic
hammering away in the garage across the street.


I continue my commitment
to the reporting of certain incidents.

––I'd say:
nobody left living knows the world I know as I know it.







  

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