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A 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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Wilyem Clark
Wilyem Clark

Washington, DC



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I'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..

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