october 14

it's a hard thing
to be no kind of apologist
to carry no water
to sell no goods,
broker no deals
compromise nothing

the world makes
borrowers and thieves
of us, the multitude
lenders
and claimers of need
mendicant scribes,
prostitute lovers

but lovers all
the same, most
of us

sincerity is
written in our
bones

and often stays
legible
no matter to
whom we have
sold the goods.

posted February 3, 2014

tags: topics/poem

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