Charlie Bertsch (cbertsch) wrote,
Charlie Bertsch
cbertsch

Tabula Rasa

Where's all this heat coming from?
Between my skin, the coiled wires wait
In fades of gray. The strait curves,
Like a side of meet latticed into obsequious
Ease. The tears on my forehead cry
For iodine. Even the noise of my fan
Wants bluing. Let's come together
At the laundromat and open our Lockes
To the appointed passage. Life, liberty and
Tags: autobiography, poetry
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