Stripping Down
A Poem

The analytics of distaste have followed me around since taking that course Believing I might have the eyesight to shut up and read I turned into the margins themselves of an obsession with the skin I wasn’t belligerent, at first timing my words with a bit of breath in between These concerts and tombstones errant wishes of conceited elites go on taking down and taking on the whole capitulated feigned absence of the dark
J.D. Harms 2020
