you must go! poem#22

pained and panicked parents

participate…

they put in part-time patience and

expect persistent payments…

perfumed and peeled

I strip the pen’s permission

to castigate the petals picked…

a pessimistic pitch

whistled from your lips…

you wrestle with the pity and the planets that you orbit…

you plant and play and plea

incinerate your poison…

politely polished fingers

inside polluted mouths…

a pond of possibility

positioned on your pout…

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