What Desire Is Not Cliche Poem by aric wilsie

What Desire Is Not Cliche



TUMBLING CHURNING
THIS LONG SEASON
OF LIFE
AGING TO
THE QUIET UNDER-DARK
AS SWEET DEVILS
SERENADE COLD ANGELS
WITH CLEVER
BEAUTIFUL STRINGS
THAT SNAP IN TIME
BUT SOUND WONDERFUL
UPON REFLECTION

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aric wilsie

aric wilsie

New Hampshire
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