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I WILL NOT EAT MY POEM

Written by: Jerome Rothenberg | Biography
 | Quotes (1) |
 I kill for pleasure
not for gain.
A man much more
than you my hands
find knives
& flash them.
I am guilty
in my works
while in their eyes
I seek redemption.
I find myself
forgotten
angry at the thought
of bread. I will not
eat my poem(A. Artaud)
much less be raped
by it. I have a home
but sit with others
shirtless, waiting
for the moon to rise.
I am a warrior
grown old.
The number on my ticket 
tells the time.
I seldom wash
& wear a string 
around my throat
until it crumbles.
See yourself for love
the fool advises
& the wise man murmurs
Spill it now!
Your glass is never
empty!
I see your arm
the color of 
wild lilacs.
It is not too late
for memory.
Days together are
like days apart.



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