something I wanted to run by you. let me know your thoughts.
The
second poem, "Look," seems weak. Snarky Malarky Mayakovsky. I like it,
but not sure it isn't just a phase. You know? Also a little anti-preachy
preachy. anyway,
Love Poem
You looked so restrained by your broken frame.
I immediately wanted to play music for you.
And so I took the job. I drowned myself in a lover's sob.
I hung myself from the ceiling of the broken hearts club.
I died the big O. I came the little death.
I fell into a big hole. Now who's sick?
Is it so wrong to love an invalid so?
So locked inside attention am I your man.
Caught in the anticipation of conception.
I love you darling. Be free.ps, just realized this also echoes the epigraph opening the book, about Zuul kissing the harnessed horse.
pps. forgive the OCD
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