The William Challenge
steel cabinets have always been
closed and cold
that's where treasures are kept
and dandruffs are what steel
cabinets are made of,
rusty feelings, exclusions of
the hairsplitting documents
and last wills, they all belong there
you get dandruff from so much
worries, afraid to take the plunge
the warm bath, and steel cabinets
are pretty much like that,
afraid to open, keeping things
to themselves, locked in their own
selves,
now you must write about
something not about love
if you're not convinced
about the worth and
necessity of writing
about it.
try hate.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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