Infected
A Poem

Then they told us how you move suspended then forced Margins unwind words change into coughed up sickening intentions
The missing fragments pieces of a road map now become the grand litter out of that trash pours some …art?
With every eye exceptional, the closed ones on the horizon they talk about how extension becomes a past
Whatever circularity you’re in charge of the beginning and end were found smoking up
You up-jumped daylight took a long view towards the dark and brought it down with you
The pain that is still screaming and winding away from you as you go forward, stuffed rock ears
Empty, long-winded essays on contempt a memorial of confusion
And there’s still so much agony you’ll do nothing about
I don’t understand
J.D. Harms 2020





