and Hope the Space Between

 

—Self Defense of Poetry—

do we camo what we mean

hiding out in shallow blocks

while tied to skimpy lines of

entrenched typographic thoughts

—we crouch over a blank page—

—Fearing Exposure of Day—

in no man's land where other

well versed poets have long past

battling wretched pretexts

for that precious strange relief

—pen & inking tend to bring—

—By Razor Thin Bloodletting—

like a public press release

if someone might comprehend

the minimum that was shed

and clotted throughout the night

—Darkness must be a poem—

#Darkness #Challenge