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Poetry
P A D
White/ blank/ legs wide open/ barely empty, near,
Fresh flowers in a front room work,
For him,
First look inside, coming in/from work.
It sets the tone,
It sits him down for/
Real work.
Near a bright lamp, black beer,
White/ blank/ legs wide open/ barely empty, near,
Pad.
Where a sharp pen pokes me open
& the joke’s on
.
My guts, words un unspoken
Will spill
Unencrypted






