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placebo placation

Posted to Action Poetry

the apple of your eye
a day
ushers in
an irresolute decay

my good doctor's orders
twice in the morning
your hand upon the small
of my straining back-
at night
a hot compression
to draw out that infection
in absence of light

my hemlock
my chondroitin
arthritic wanting
of restricted lust
weeping wound
of love