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A Poem

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Shattered the clothes over the floor
the way they should
but then there was some reason
for putting them on again
& staring at each other through the bars
made manifest
That ghost that parochialism
overanxious beating the head against
other heads/ hearts
not ever being allowed to end up
where they should
where they might want to
Get real get ripped out /of controlling
the same damned time
as the rest of history
tries to…

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J.D. Harms

J.D. Harms

Former hairstylist, perpetual philosophy student, swallowed by poetry, writing, ideas

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