Every day
I provoke
a poem from me:
a priest
performing an exorcism,
flicking robes, flinging
recalcitrant spirits
onto the page. The paper
traps the crooked strokes
in a linen lake of fire.
I provoke
a poem from me:
a priest
performing an exorcism,
flicking robes, flinging
recalcitrant spirits
onto the page. The paper
traps the crooked strokes
in a linen lake of fire.