angst cycle (iii)

i can finally respond
without raping another man’s heart

but now you deny interest
so why that year
what are now poisons

i detest this ache
i detest the dispensers
i detest the wasted months
i face

you claim you need the intellectual
ignoring the insult
why get yourself a helminth
so sophisticated
he doesn’t even know
he can’t write poetry

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