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Life Of A Capricorn

The Zodiacs confirm a Capricorn that I'm -
a goat watching his fertility stored in balls
show up in poems if not elsewhere. It calls
me to be a scapegoat not yet cringed in shame
nor bold enough to carry out the proud foolery.
Ah, that Pre-Raphaelite Scapegoat! I sit
at my PC, sometimes nothing comes. Like pottery,
I'll break as lines sharper on my forehead tell it.

I'm not here to organize things for all is bathos.

Yet I prepare lectures, and hang a face shaven
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Sunday, July 17, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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