Go Down

Why I am a middle-aged poet.

GO DOWN


Jackson Pollock drips
down the page.
Woman, thou art loosed!
Don't freeze that face
in a rage of plastic.
Fill the page.
Your momma never left one letter.
Love and skin wither
long before life is over.
Go down, Moses.
Get to it.
Go down.

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