UntitledA Poem by Wilyem Clark
Nor can one love anybody else,
for love is a vulnerability that exposes one's tender innards to shots from slingers and wingers and wrecking ball swingers. Run away, children--run-run-run! Save your hides and hide in cramped panic rooms, In impregnable forts and underground wombs. © 2017 Wilyem Clark |
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Added on October 10, 2017 Last Updated on October 10, 2017 AuthorWilyem ClarkWashington, DCAboutI've been writing poems since my teens (now in my 60s) and prose since the 1990s. It's been hard finding decent forums online--the free websites too often suffer sudden deaths. My "published" works ar.. more..Writing
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