ee cummings

and so he walked the streets
falling in love with the people
that he met

this is a remembering self
a passionate tolerance

being shaped by and shaping
consider any witness to experience
perhaps it was the flower in her hair
made ironic
by

a tendency toward nudity

and so he mused

a so-delicately described admiration
masking
the horror beneath
where the audience finds
a truth about what is imagined

there are no secrets

© Emerys Watchel, 2019 All rights reserved.

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this week in Hell

gird thyself&wade
the hallow places, look
they come(!

’tis the morning light they drink
in a fellowship of rafters
stumblebum

to the evening sow the downs

lay what last
fitly sleep

&dream the seraphim made them weep

His ab is a gold rib
and the lice
are licking faith

“oh kill,
oh kill all mercies for their sake”

were there, were are
now
&thusly swore there from
there will always be

a sword
to fall upon

© Emerys Watchel, 2019 All rights reserved.