Poets are famously unread. Me even more sow.
That’s Wearing on a Poet’s Life
How trying
Too due the impossible
Mirrorly transcribing
Words of God
In some unspeakable language
As indecipherable a diction
Cloak a verse
Abetting my hide
On it
As crazy as home lessness
With peep whole seeing
Write through you
As walk on
Bye
