Sunday, June 3, 2018

Burt’s Epiphany

The body’s adaptation to abrupt
enlightenment can look bizarre
to the untutored eye.
Burt got re-begat by his epiphany
into a random branchiness.
Nobody knows why.
Truth is beauty, Keats declaims
from his poetic pulpit. Burt says
bullshit. “Ruth’s a beauty,
maybe” (Ruth’s his erstwhile girl
who will not love him as a tree),
“but Truth screwed me.”

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