Hellish Paper(Poem)

The brevity
of winter mornings
and
the entropy
of this poem
never startles me.

The thunder
in my legs
due to stillness
and
the number
in my tight account
too never stunned me.

The tall A7
with shovelled
combinations of words
but
showing a dramatic vacuum
will stun you at times.

Over and over again,
I cracked the skull of the pen
Anticipating at least
a cold dignity.

—Such a sour sympathy.


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