A Discourse on Poetic Theory

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The wailing teeth smash
upon the pinnacle assembled
by an eon’s worth of human
                         error and doubt.
The gray academies distribute
gray chunks of lead
“in a handful of dust”
Or a mouthful of shit,
the imagery is the same.
                                                  Fuckall.
                    Death to Bunko artists!
Clinging to the inherent drama supposedly inherited
by an eon’s worth of human
                            error and shit.
Profundity is a broken arm
if it ain’t fun to read –

-r. miller

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