I never wanted to be a poets poet.
I strive to write for people, caring far more for the connection to a garbage handler.
tonight I feel the sting from the absence.
I am going to bed now and hoping to sleep and awaken in a different light.
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prize fighter
I am not a fighter;
never been.
writing poetry and
loving;
an unknown
contradiction
carrying notebooks,
pencils in back pockets
while looking so aggressive,
massive.
– hoc Scripsi
the platitudes of willful resemblance 