G.R. MELVIN

And inside that book

Author, Unknown (photo-g.r.melvin)

I can’t handle it, passing yr window with yr candle lit

I’ve turned away love when I’ve most yearned for it

I can’t face the other face of my malaise

And to what end/ all its pretense/ all it portrays

My straight ahead headshot locked in a frame

Up hiding in an inside back book cover

And inside that book (he confides a wife, lets on a lover)

A furor of my own all interior dialogue,

A fever I must mist over my own mirror, fog.

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G.R. MELVIN

G.R. MELVIN

“science of truth isn’t my strong suit. But I can watch from a garage roof; take semi evaluative notes, & make up semi reflective reports, & fake some control”