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been put down

been put
down,
lord…

ma head is hangin
so low
ma hair is brushin
ma knees
and sways all
brown an gnarled like
branches in the breeze

been put
so far down, man
a dozen jazz
bass violins
could not be lower
i’m slower

pushin it hard
just to walk
swallowin down
before i talk

the world is a
complex maze
immersed in a
psychosomatic haze

been put
down
so
low,
oh

that ma ears
are lower than ma
el-
bow

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Ana Daksina View All →

A poet is the strangest sort of soul
You in this life may e'er expect to meet
More broken even while more truly whole,
Innocently intending well, more sweet

Than any but a five year old should be
Unfit to meet a callused world's demand
Or to behave aught expediently
All grace in flight; an albatross on land

Do not the all too common error make
Do not fall into the too easy trap
Avoid the fatal egoic mistake
Imagining that poet be a sap

Powerful spirits classic and antique
Give voice when poets ope their mouths to speak

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