Puppet X,24 Poem by Jerry Ratch
Puppet X,24
24
No wind, big storm
Lightning in the desert
In the mind
You have no name
and now you're
no one
Is this the new law?
The dead are pulling up their dresses
And I,
I've brought my passport, my dears
It says
I am the kelp of the angels
And it gets me around…
* *
I'm terrified
to get this way
Who can tell
what I am
The rose alone
O yes
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