Poem: "A Position of Defeat 21"
from The New York Times |
21.
theres
nothing new under the sun
the present
is a product of the past
and will
surrender at long last
to a future
bristling with guns
a boy
skateboarding toward me
as i am
running in the park
we raise our
spirits to the mark
of the dark
eyes of enmity
at the last
moment the cunt swerves
just missing
my battering ram
a voice
inside exults i am
the man
because i hold my nerve
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