quick to unpin themselves
the initial impulse to cower
the particular influence of fear
weakness – the fate-maker.
I had written a letter
really big, like on a billboard
my pleas for a free name
uncharted by history
unbound to ancestry
a free man
at the helm
of my heart’s own ship.
Yep, I’m still doing blackout poems. Once you pop, you know…
So I took a Sharpie to Freud’s On Psychopathology…
More words à la Newspaper Blackout.