June 27, 2009
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Urgent: find me wilderness.
I need catharsis,
do not punish me for my obsessions.
I think I need to love
What holds me.

Please, grow me on a riverbank,
take me to Ohio.

I can’t be made practical.
Honor me as me; one that prefers to remind,
to remain, the same changing penumbra of a man
Who wants to write pretty.

In a spacious form try and
understand me as my indecent self.
Streaked across a field empty behind a white washed fence
Put to shame only by my frailty,
my shame to know no sensible man wants to write in breaks.
Except for me and I have finally expose
I am no sensible man.

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