“… he was, in the extremest sense of the word, a stranger.”
-H. Melville
It translates confidence
Epoxy to hold my brother
it holds with two quick slaps
one part primal then the fix
We vote with our feet
Between seeing & being seen
between making a shoe
& finding a buyer for the shoe
I heard the all points I saw the man
Seeking stranger with two jobs
poet with the stinging cheeks
wilder mongrel propped up for song
Training ones ear to disrupt
to engage uncivil verse
as strange as the orchid
voting for wasps
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