Divisive

A Poem

The lonely patches are still beautiful great gaps of yellow and brass parchment teeth that have gone uncared for that would never do for paper or the cigarettes Pastimes and long passed time constantly revising the division of opposites and their wonder Alright so they have seen Mars then leapt up and run to avoid the red eye which no Visine will reduce Inside, outside, and besides the point with the pistol lowered to your creaking jaw The hands are not steady and no arm is around to do the bracing trick that explosion of cells in response to a deadly murmur and the darkness seems unwilling to totally descend Because keeping the dialectic at odds with itself has never been an option whatever else they say

J.D. Harms 2020