Surface of the races

To live the reader says never was
to read, hunchbacked in Whitman’s
anger he hides aloud in Market Square.
His brow bunches in my mouth,
the lady him, madder than America.
To live the livid reader moans
as his grave grows hair.

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~ by Jeremy on May 4, 2013.

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