ON HOW IT’S A CHORE TO EXPLAIN LOVE
TO MY SON BECAUSE THE WORLD MADE
IT INTO THIS COMMERCIAL MYSTICAL ENTITY
AND I HATE ITS GUTS

So I say, bub remember when you were a toddler
and you used to make a nest out of stuffies
to get the best sleep ever?
One day you will meet a person who will make you
feel like that nest, and they are complicated structures
made out of all the best parts that gives you comfort and security.
And here is Rilke and Bukowski and insert
some other contemporary angry poet in this list
because their nest turned out to be a bitch.

Read them, but also read Don Marquis and Patchen.
If you can sonnet your pain,
you can also limerick it away.

06/06/2025

Posted on 06/06/2025
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