#1557 - if it's a poem

 

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if it’s a poem

 

you won’t know what you’ll see

 

trireme quark and

not brain but heartchild

 

soon you’ll be coming down with it

wet dog shake in the lounge

 

if it’s a poem

milk in the bones, suspicion

 

how you’ll be touched or by whom

a study in applause

 

you won’t predict a next world

you’re the one haunted, mourning

 

if it’s a poem

the oh in woe

proof of illusion

 

you don’t know how you came

where you’ll go

 

works with the weather

and miracles too

 

coast downhill for denouement

 

there’s someone out there will read

must imagine this

 

you’re someone else

 

if it’s a poem

you’ll come again

you’ll take your chances too