Ryan Whyte

Take the time out to write a poem
Like a brass bucket it radiates
The ancients believed, but today
it's measured in Kelvins.

Oh my, take out the time like trash
Just pulls a brass bucket up and out
it's edifying to watch, from a safe distance.
The pages and pages, o'er my smooth forehead.

Jump cuts it's wormy like a baby
It's language without being language
does what they told me to do!
Blood that descends to a place

better left unmentioned 
these things pure and perfect,
Oh language purgatory for you!
Easiest thing in the world.

Those bosoms uncovered to the tits!
They're hard to believe when you see
crystal pure and inverted
My my, you gotta be penitent.

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The East Village Poetry Web