Your poetry is too safe, he said.
Being reactionary and wild
I lit a stick of dynamite
and held it close to his face
Bearing witness to the terror in his eyes
I said I hope now you realise
why that is…
Your poetry is too safe, he said.
Being reactionary and wild
I lit a stick of dynamite
and held it close to his face
Bearing witness to the terror in his eyes
I said I hope now you realise
why that is…
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