RD (04/02/02 / CINN OH)


he drops the term

which i define in context


then confine
 to cranium crawl space

i can no longer concentrate

on my poetry professor

who praises my authentic depiction

of low lives

i wring my hands

to turn these syllables

into a dam

as if they alone

will make sense

of my momentum in bar rooms,

among people i am better than 

but still beholden to

these words flow true

like crawling black insects

defecating across the page
i am neither flattered nor insulted

which dawns on me outside

his office, where i misspell 
the password inside my palm

by Rene Diedrich

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