Tuesday, August 16, 2016

8520. HEART

I'm as lost as the next guy, I
guess, wearing my heart on a
sleeve made of khaki and
wanting you badly already.
There's a smirk in the sky
where the sailors come on.
They enter the land with
swagger. Some men look
for bones and adders. 
Others just want food.

I can't detect the difference, but
somehow I think I can write 
better than Frederick Seidel.
And probably John Ashbery too.

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