The Scribe

poetry

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If I become your prithee scribe
A sacrament to hide behind
Your joy for amusement in the dark
A lark for the seasons of your heart
A broken soul for around midnight
Fly nearest the sun — your alibi
Another lie, allay your pride
Your venture on the quiet
Your lover only at first sight
A checkered piece to keep in play
Will secondhand lovers get their way
If I call at dawn will you come
Like Burroughs’ brooding Jesus’ son…

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