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metapoetry is rampant in cave-dwellings

January 12, 2006 on 12:55 am | In poem | No Comments

arse poetica

for a lifetime, methinks,
I’ve been inside a brick house
sitting around on my ars poetica
and feeling its soreness spread
into a final dying whimper that
never seems to go away

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