the poet has
no zest.
they are the lost child,
the heart's refuge, and
the maker of complicated
phrases.
they hid weeping eyes
behind words and pray
the pages soak up the
tears.
they don't.
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BEATNIK: A Poetry Collection
PoetryThe first book in the "Beatnik Trilogy" of contemporary poetry collections.
truth or rare
the poet has
no zest.
they are the lost child,
the heart's refuge, and
the maker of complicated
phrases.
they hid weeping eyes
behind words and pray
the pages soak up the
tears.
they don't.
