"I wanted to
write a pome..." he began
and listed nearly 50
things
he would like to
accomplish
with said “pome”
I’d never heard a line
poem before
around the 10th line, didn't
know
what to make of it
at the same time
was aware of a hush in
the Red Star Cafe
gravity drawing jaws
to fall open
shut, nevertheless, to
appear cool and aloof
this led me to feel
something vital was
going on
the man, no more than
25, had
as I see it now, done
all the wonder he wished
with his lengthy pome
a fortress built
against the decay of the world
a flower, trampled by
life's elephant fiend
smelling sweetly
when crushed
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