Tuesday, July 13, 2021

Frank’s Great Late Poem

It is everything
Bleak, honest, and true,

Adolescent lust,
Grandma’s racism,
The parents’ divorce

And ordinary,
Quiet deaths apart
Dull decades later,

All the details
Middle-aged poems botch
And younger poems prance

Around like bonfires.
Only the old loathe
The sun as themselves.

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