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Poetry


Untitled
John Lowther

 

Sentences represent possibilities.
Impromptu demonstrations of why Malibu Ken is not anatomically correct.
But then like any lost cause, they can't give him up.
When you come back you will not be you.

Reformation implies deformation.
Every society honors its live conformists and its dead troublemakers.
When I lose my temper you can't find it any place.
I gotta wash all this jizz off my face.

Unsex me here.
Not the clown, he saw what was behind the clown.
I found a kind of dignity in despising myself, he said.
You can cry outside for a little while if you want.

 

 

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