An invitation to the reader

There is an open face
in every manuscript
which in minuscule is written
in ovals, cues, blurbs,
blobs, slashes, butcheries—
robberies, slanders—
confessions, crimes—
how verso bows to recto,
straight bars to gay—
this face is apparent
and throughout self-same
Mississippi and Athens,
where roam poor folks—
backwaters and forefronts
that tide over the most
well-read people relegated
into streets, cold baths,
gas alcohol in milk-bags—
rude letters where went
the upper crust in ten
centuries to lowly us:
we good men on the brink
of not giving up must.


~ by Jeremy on June 30, 2013.

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