Wednesday, February 15, 2017

For Nona See
of or involving the agreement or cooperation of two political parties that usually oppose each other's policies.
I bleed from a hole in my heart
like a child, like an angel,
like a bipartisan
who craves the abyss
who masters the stress
then decides
life or death
the first of us
who worshipped gods
fell to the sun
are we involved
are we on the run
my shoulder aches from
carrying the question
I’m not as old as the
place where I bleed from
the hole in my heart
the friendships I harbor
like a sailor, a poet, like an unformed artisan
who braves the remiss,
the memory
the bleeding
I worship the nods
to what is real
to the sand that irritates the blistered heel
that keeps trekking
over truth, dispute, death and divorce
and speeds to
the hole in my heart for
youth and regroup and
breathes a new force
I breathe down the hole of
a telephone line
I am yours we are them
you are mine
you are mine
that monkey that changa
that poem that reminder
love is a drug
and nothing is blind

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