WHERE IS YOUR AWARD-WINNING SOB-STORY, POET? (a pome)

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WHERE IS YOUR AWARD-WINNING SOB-STORY, POET?

 

where is your award-winning sob story, poet? your

artless re-collection of shit-luck’s local

rain;  no no not

there  on a page but carved  in your

face, just make

our hairs stand up

again. no no, not

metaphor: the living thing, your

body-book of priceless

pain: fill out the forms and

claim by youth, weight, sex, disability or

race blame, then:

fame.       forget style’s privilege, the

 

hate-crime slur “illiterate,” march topless

to protest epiphany-risking alphabet-rockets cocked

at inchoate Lunas in blue

cliché and

every bigot’s

toxic bliss in Ability  (a) required, (b) rewarded

or (c) entrained: detain! refrain! resist assaultive discourses

on Feelingness w/Cis-Ed.’s red-leaded

phallus! denounce (with virtu-sigil-ing) Talent! all

 

We wants more inter/sex/color/ changeable

lumpen-province, poet (Auteur Rainbow) skin

to bind this Zeitgeist in: corruptissima

re publica plurimae

po-uh-tree, win

 

win/win

win/win

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