replying to a poet’s bleat
spare me the despair
i have enough of my own
how full can emptiness be
tell me ~ go on tell me
what works eventually
when all has been tried and failed
when the dam on time’s river is failing
for what word can plug despair
before a deluge of death-bed poems
fills the piss pot
i’m listening now
alright
come on
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